Outside a storm is brewing Dark clouds flowing over the hills Chasing out all of the sunshine Cold wind blows giving you chills. They say it's supposed to snow this weekend The first snow of the season Witnessing a broken promise from you When you left me without a reason. The first snow of the season was supposed to be ours The one where you were supposed to hold me close But now that thought can't be done And it's the one idea of you that I miss the most. The bell is about to ring now Time to make my way to the next class So I'll leave my thoughts here to let me concentrate And I'll take with me this broken heart of glass.Birth sign: Pisces
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