The Missing Thing
In the summer... I seek things that are cool.
In the winter... I seek things that give me warmth.
In the rain... I seek shelter from the wet.
The seasons make evident to me my fragility.
I lose myself in love.
I lose myself in hate.
I lose myself when I gain too...
In the winter... I seek things that give me warmth.
In the rain... I seek shelter from the wet.
The seasons make evident to me my fragility.
I lose myself in love.
I lose myself in hate.
I lose myself when I gain too...