A cold night in New York City
7-7-2010
Jonathan
In New York City, where it’s cold as hell
It looks so pretty, Watching people walk by from my hotel
Not really sure what I’m doing here
All I know is that I’m in fear
The snow is falling from the sky
Remembering the blond and her bright blue eyes
An empty bottle of wine on the floor
I feel a pounding in my head but noone’s at my door
The love that I long for left early this morning
She rolled out of bed without any warning
She took the chocolate mints that sat on the table
I’m not feeling so stable
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჻ೋ჻ Very nice, I've noticed you write about blondes a lot haha. ჻ೋ჻
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lol Niice!!!