- Messages
- 15,332
- Reaction score
- 45,329
- Points
- 33,800
- Salty Doubloons
- 644
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"The wind that surrounds me --
has been surpassed by your storm.
You're temperamentally pretty,
and imagining you is now a norm...
It's begun in the eves of December --
and like the cold breeze of that season,
the raging fever immortalizes ember --
it's simple and complex; a feeling with fashion...
Now take a look at the midnight sky --
it's wrapped by series of clouds and odds.
I'm wondering which direction to fly,
but the dessert will only lead me to clod...
I want to keep you, I really do..
You and me together but I'm closer to losing you.
Can you give me a sign? Oh! my Everglow.
Could you be mine?
I won't let you go...
-- MIDNIGHT SOLITAIRE"
has been surpassed by your storm.
You're temperamentally pretty,
and imagining you is now a norm...
It's begun in the eves of December --
and like the cold breeze of that season,
the raging fever immortalizes ember --
it's simple and complex; a feeling with fashion...
Now take a look at the midnight sky --
it's wrapped by series of clouds and odds.
I'm wondering which direction to fly,
but the dessert will only lead me to clod...
I want to keep you, I really do..
You and me together but I'm closer to losing you.
Can you give me a sign? Oh! my Everglow.
Could you be mine?
I won't let you go...
-- MIDNIGHT SOLITAIRE"