Yetkin, 45

You’re so cool

There’s a storm in your eyes

Pulls me into your soul

Waiting for sunrise

Cause I am left alone in the cold

They say you’re made of ice

And you’re hard to hold

I won’t even think twice

wherever you go, I will go

At night I feel you

Send chills down my spine

Leaving me so cool

I must be near you

No I do not know when

I see you

• Level

  1

• Points

  -30