you & cold butterfly (the oldest poem)

chadwick

lonely
don't know if alive or dead
love ended and started
in cold park walks & here we go
towards together in hand
where sleeping is us
after a long day
our dreams have had

this night seven or eight candles going
a lit desk for writing
dresser for clothing glowing
unhung mirror reminding me your taste
my cold boots from winter rain collect warmth
like hungry wolves

tomorrow lonely again
your plane runs off like cold butterfly
you'll be away from across lands
mine here
yours there
no share but we'll try
we'll try
we'll try try try

cry cry cry

alone me alone are you
another city several away
next time maybe you'll stay
or my visit
can't miss it
next time stay

beautiful lady another day
always another day to stay

lonely
don't know if alive or dead
love ended
and started
in cold

rollings

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