And where are you on nights like this? I look to the cold, starry night sky and think of you. Far beyond my reach; in some distant Hinterland. And where is that warm touch on nights like this? You set me on fire, you make me melt, but you're distant; too far to touch. Where is that kiss on nights like this? Those soft loving lips; where is that cinnamon I so badly miss; gone. So with arms out; cold winds frost my once tender soul. And I wonder. Does he long for your kiss; as I do? Does he reach for your touch; like I do? Will his soul freeze without you; as mine does? Does his arms wrap around on nights like this? Out in Hinterland, on nights like this you're too far for my touch, too gone for my kiss. OUt in Hinterland, distance means all. So far, so removed to hear my faint call. Still I stand here frozen; I wait for death's sting. Knowing all we had meant not even a thing.
Reason for writing:
If it didn't hurt, it just wouldn't be love.
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