Saturday, September 28, 2013

Treasure


It's raining and cold,
I miss the warmth of your arms,
Come back honey,
I am lost without you!

When we were together,
We fought and fought,
You cursed and I cried,
But then you held me in your arms,
And it was all good.

Come back honey,
I am lost without you!

Nothing mattered then,
Warm sun, clear water,
Sand, you n me just lying there,
You were my cover,
When the world was cruel.

Come back honey,
I am lost without you!

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