Friday, June 11, 2010

Don't stop wanting to hold my hand just because you can't see it anymore?

I'm aware I provided you warmth, atleast I tried. But you made me a fire. A nice little slow burning fire that took it's time to warm everything around it. Like a smile that takes it's time to make it's way from amusement, glee and finally happiness.

Problem is, now I can't stand the cold.

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