Literature
I'll hold the chill back.
The night's leaving me in shivers,
Not from the cold,
But your absence is chilling my bones.
I don't know how many nights I can last,
But I can last, far past,
What you've ever expected me to.
Oh,
I'll show you.
I'm missing the day's you've held me,
But oh I just know,
You'll be coming around soon,
Sometime's it just takes time for you to grow.
I'll be painting the dandelions yellow,
Just to keep my commposure mellow,
While the minutes tick by,
And the days seem to fly,
so, oh far away.
The night's are slowly warming with this coffee cup,
Nestled in my fingertips,
As you sneak up,
I can feel your hands on my hips,
And you