Arrives the winter, the cold, an emptiness arrives... Where you?I am in that solitude, a longing. Longing that hurts and he/she gives pleasure for doing you to feel! I go out of house with that rain falling, a cold with the drops of the rain for my face, I try to deviate of the fine and constant drops of more rain is impossible, there it comes me a thought; To divert my thoughts of you is as trying to deviate somewhere of the rain without protecting me... But where will I hide of the thoughts in you?
-Until I can try a shelter as if he/she escaped from the rain, but wanting you to be there to kill my cold.
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