autobiography

Just take my hand before it gets too cold walk me down the cobblestone Past the river, through the leaves Tell me your deepest secrets Simplicity is all I need Blankets laid out in the grass Hands running through my hair, darkest fears in my ear Simplicity is all I need Memories to get me through the bitter cold of last winters mistakes Deep hard breathes into wooven mits hot chocolate in my favorite cafe cuddled up with a book of almost love stories the author is always me Autobiography