Here you come again.
How could I forget and not remember.
Those familiar feelings you evoke in all shades of amber.
Which rear my soul in bits like a dying ember.
Sipping through my veins, cracking me up like a thunder.
Here you come again sweet December.
How could I forget and not remember.
Those tastes of your flavory breeze.
Which fan my emotions and harshly squeeze.
Till streams in my soul turn cold and freeze.
Ooh...thiscember!
Ohh...December!
Be good to me.
Melt my worries away.
Till I have nothing left to say.
Oh...thiscember!
Oh...December!
Let not my love story,
just begin from the end.
And end at the beginning.
But intriguing.
Oh...thiscember!
Oh...December!
This time take not my lover.
So my life chapters wouldn't lack a cover.
Oh...thiscember!
Oh...December!
Let him stay; that's all I that I ask.
As our breath eternally mingle from dawn to dusk.
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Skeletal Words Of A Dead Heart
PoetryA needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
