The cold wind makes the morning tremble
The day promises to be a cold one
Lost in a land where trees have no leaves
They're a metaphor for me without you
and you without me.
I shiver on the streets, hoping you'll turn up
Around every corner I see
Hoping you'll notice me first and surprise me.
So I look around,
but you're nowhere to be found.
Only the cold wind carresses me |
Submission Name: Autumn breeze
