I didn't use to finish sentences, but now I.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
again, alone
Underneath your cold heart,
I can feel my shadow's heat.
if I can tell you how hot it feels,
I may melt.
If winds blows on my heart,
it'll ask me how I am alone again.
I just give out a sigh and ask
why i am living without you.
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