You was waiting in a restaurant With 1/2 monchow soup And there I arrived In a hurry and messed up I just drank the soup Ignoring your eye's loop I was about to leave Ignoring feelings you heap Then you just hold my hand Gave me the warmth canned No words were required No feelings were expressed It was a dark cold evening And We both were gleaming. How do you feel on a cold dark evening? Write away. :) #musingtime #colddarkevening #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
