By Thomas Woodhouse, Virginia State University
Out your window you hear the breeze but it’s just me, A fan Wishing I could hold your hand to warm my heart again I know It’s cold outside just trust in me to give you the world and a sun to warm up too You make it cold in here without the stare All this running you have me doing just to see the wind in your hair. I’d do it all again if I knew it would make your race easier But I had to put my feelings in a folder, I know your heart froze , just don’t give me the shoulder when it’s cold outside The flow of your feelings frozen at your feet, this type of friction doesn’t bring heat But I’ll still pull up for you over and over Working stuff out, I’m just tryna keep you warmer when it’s cold outside
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