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This makes no sence.
The cool touch of the night air,
Chilling me down to the bone.
Looking at your skin so fair,
Why are you out here alone?
Slowly you look at me,
Your smile going up slow,like a tease.
Grabbing my hands,not letting them be free.
As we feel the deathly breeze.
Sitting here in the quiet dark,
Not saying one word as we look at each other.
Surely I know we wont drift apart.
Silly you,my eyes you cover.
Uncovering them slowly,
You make me look at you.
Your grin looking oh so unholy.
As I fall harder for you.
In this night air we sit.
Letting the breeze chill us so.
Doesnt matter,we wont make a fit.
Why bother when were in love so?
Chilling me down to the bone.
Looking at your skin so fair,
Why are you out here alone?
Slowly you look at me,
Your smile going up slow,like a tease.
Grabbing my hands,not letting them be free.
As we feel the deathly breeze.
Sitting here in the quiet dark,
Not saying one word as we look at each other.
Surely I know we wont drift apart.
Silly you,my eyes you cover.
Uncovering them slowly,
You make me look at you.
Your grin looking oh so unholy.
As I fall harder for you.
In this night air we sit.
Letting the breeze chill us so.
Doesnt matter,we wont make a fit.
Why bother when were in love so?
Published 11th Nov 2012
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11th Nov 2012 4:54pm
Could be alternatively titled "Love on the streets", could be portrayal of two homeless folk, man an older vagrant, the female a recent runaway, meeting during a night, almost literally driven into each other's arms by cold.
