The Cold Outside - Poem by Gabriel Couto
I've been waiting for the Sun
To grow down this windows,
I've been looking for you
Every where I know you won't be there,
Carrying the thought I don't care.
Are you lost? Without me?
Are you getting into the dark
When you aren't able to see?
You have wasted your life running away
From their things.
I've driving all this city
Without you on the passengers seat,
Wondering where you're sleeping.
Worried bout the could outside,
I hear your voice behind me
Your hand on my shoulder then
You wrap your arms into my body.
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