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Hand And Hand
As i sit in front of my window pane,
I look out and i see grey skies,
showers, thunderstorms, and rain;
I call out to you and speak your name;
I dont see you;
Why aren't you here;
Am i going insane?
My body is filled with chills
as i begin to shake and shiver;
I'ts cold as hell,
I can feel it down in my liver.
Where are you my love,
Where is my man,
Why aren't the two of us
laying in bed,
side by side,
holding hand and hand?
I begin to question
wondering why do i wait.
Is it love,