YOU ARE READING Nightingale Poetry A collection of unspoken words written at 3 am #depression #family #friend #heartbreak #life #love #newest #pain #poetry #romance #sins #thebutterflyeffects 2 109 16 1 by bluetemptations by bluetemptations Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Each time I see you, you warm my ice cold hands with your heat, my heart skips one too many of it's vital beat, But I gladly die over and over If it means I can be your lover.