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.
Showing posts with label poem of solitude. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem of solitude. Show all posts
Saturday, December 29, 2007
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