By h.
Date: 20 February 2001
it must not snow
...
It's cold outside,
The snow is trying to make its way
Down to the ground,
Down to where it belongs to.
But its not sure,
Cause down here, is me,
Praying not to snow,
Without you beside me,
Without me beside your heart.
It must not snow,
Without your voice near my ear,
Without my lips kissing you deep.
It's cold outside,
I look through the window,
Look for you and the snow,
And I miss you.
It must not snow.
...
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