I want these nights back.
I miss the nights the most, when every one has gone to bed. It’s raining out side. We can hear it on the roof. I can barely see your face but that’s all I need while we hold each other, and reminisce how much worse our lives had been. That’s what I miss most. The love of your touch and the gentleness of your words. Now it’s all gone, and your just the body of a girl that had once loved me. Now your cold.
