Winterscore ©
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
The days spent without you
The days spent without you
Have no time or meaning
When are you coming home
All my thoughts are leaning
I hold my feelings in
Umbrella upside down
Staring at one shadow
All lonely on the ground
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