Sweet Nothing...
"It's cold", I said... then I put down my head.
On his strong yet sensitive shoulder.
Little did I know my heart was looking for warmth as my
scences seemed to get colder.
Cold.. from the midnight air.
But numb is what I feel...
Sweet nothingness
runs through my veins
runs through my blood..
He touches my hand
and like a grain of sand.. when the sun sets on it..
My heart begins to smolder.
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