I’m freezing to death but still waiting for you in hope. In hope of seeing your shilouette one last time. But I know that it’s not possible because you are busy making love with someone you loved in past.
Making love with someone who was too immersed in her own world to notice you the way I did. Making love with someone who can’t pace with you being kind the way I did.
I know you won’t come because you are in love with someone you once loved…again.