Travelling lady! she'd stay tonight,
The night's just getting warmer.
He's just not someone on her way,
Oh! she wishes he was her lover.
She's spend the night with smell of lust,
When she was a prisoner.
And now he keeps her warm through the cold,
Until time; got older.
He sleeps now, here; his hair a mess,
In a perfectly imperfect manner.
And as the sun escapes the window crack,
She learns the scars on his shoulder.
But now he sees her, quiet and still,
Standing here, in the doorway.
I know she chose this journey before time,
But I pray, you'd tell her to stay.
Travelling lady! Its time to go,
The night 's almost over.
And even though he'as no word to share.
I know you wish he was her lover.
courtesy :- to a stupid friend of mine for introducing me to the WINTER LADY..
courtesy :- to a stupid friend of mine for introducing me to the WINTER LADY..
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