| January Nights |
| January nights are so cold. Underneath the covers, The feeling is the same. The warmth of a touch gone, Leaves me freezing in solitude, While you lay beside me. What am I supposed to do? How can this be real? Tell me, how do I live without love? Can't you see the fire inside? Aching to be held, My body calls out to you. Can't you hear me anymore? Every minute feels like a year. These neverending nights Are so cold. - January 2003 |
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