Like the flickering flame
Of the oil lamp in her room,
Her heart fluttered at every minute
The floor couldn’t pass on the heat
To her bare cold legs on the cot
She stared quietly at the door
Waiting for him to come
And wrap her around into his warm arms
Poor Miss Pages
Of the oil lamp in her room,
Her heart fluttered at every minute
The floor couldn’t pass on the heat
To her bare cold legs on the cot
She stared quietly at the door
Waiting for him to come
And wrap her around into his warm arms
Poor Miss Pages
Copyright ©2016 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
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