cindersk: I hate waking upTo find the only thingTouching my skinWith any kind of warmthAre the rays Of the morning sunSmiling through the windowAnd adding further shadowTo the empty spot beside me. No matter how hardThat I wishThat I dreamThat I hopeNo
cindersk: I hate waking upTo find the only thingTouching my skinWith any kind of warmthAre the rays Of the morning sunSmiling through the windowAnd adding further shadowTo the empty spot beside me. No matter how hardThat I wishThat I dreamThat I hopeNo