Its past midnight
Here I am looking for the answer
The room is cold
Roys Lyrics on the radio and
The temperature drops a few more degrees
There is a thought that passes
A beautiful woman I have never met
A small coal has been lit
I got to have more
To have me a fire
Got to have more
To get me warm
For now that thought burns
For now its cold.
About Me
- Drinks, Drugs and Dreams
- Im a bit of a recluse, I dont go out much, and I dont take well to new people so I spend a lot of time alone and I write. Most of my writings deal with the words in the name of my blog. I hope you enjoy.
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