Winter makes the hearts cold. The lonely ones grow lonelier.
They find their quiet little corner, and watch. They scoff at the shared looks, the whispered endearments and the gloved hands clinging for warmth.
And they yearn.
To say, "In you, everything sank."
To hear, "In you, everything sank."
And then they find their quiet little corner, and scoff.
They find their quiet little corner, and watch. They scoff at the shared looks, the whispered endearments and the gloved hands clinging for warmth.
And they yearn.
To say, "In you, everything sank."
To hear, "In you, everything sank."
And then they find their quiet little corner, and scoff.
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I think winter is too cold to be lonely in. Autumn is good for that. There is warmth to be found in people. Winter is my favourite season.
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