Outstretched arms reach for warmth in cold darkness.
The days of desolation are long;
Love is sought through pursed lips and listless whimpers.
Nights of passion are reminisced, lamented and wept over.
Writings of love, agony, and introspection
Outstretched arms reach for warmth in cold darkness.
The days of desolation are long;
Love is sought through pursed lips and listless whimpers.
Nights of passion are reminisced, lamented and wept over.
