Rhythm Without Regulation
The snow goes wild here around my house The snow goes wild here around my house But that's the only thing here I collected them for you
By Nitu Howlader2 years ago in Poets
Forcing my tired eyes out of the window The sparkle of the fallen snow tries hard to reflect on them The cold finds its place in my heart
One part of me feeling low, too much pain Yet the hurt is just within Too deep that I can’t describe Too thick to pass it by
