Category : Poems

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The cold drives people back to their homes, 
The cold, the fog, the rain, 
Can no longer scare me. 
The city turns gray,
 The lights come on earlier. 

I feel cold in my bones,
 I cover my nose with a handkerchief.
My fingers hold my phone prisoner,
My wish is to see your eyes again today.

 I'm getting ready to ask you how you're doing,
 Maybe you want to go out with me, 
To haunt other areas of the city 
And come back when the sun
 It will begin to shine among
 The heavy clouds of angry autumn.

Your hug could warm me, 
Your kiss could lift me up, 
The cold drives people back to their homes.
The warmth of your breath
 Makes me return to your tender words.

The cold drives people back to their homes.
I feel cold in my bones.
I'm getting ready to ask you how you're doing,
Maybe you want to go out with me on a date.