Crystal eyes and tears of smile,
Loving daze and hateful goodbyes in my winter,
They come and go,
Back to back,
They stab in the back,
And the high tides,
Slaughter,
Men stand and laugh in the face in,
And I would go, on and on, on and on,
With you,
Silent screams in my wildest dreams,
Helpless city and the blind eyed lives,
How can I be happier inside?
Take me back,
Take me back to last winter,
Sitting with our coffee and the fireplace, bring a lighter,
But I don't smoke,
And you don't drink,
And we just sit in silence like it is nothing,
Library flooded with my anxiety,
You come in and walk all over it,
You hug me and it's like my heart is the madest sprinter,
Heartbeat breaks down the monitor,
And if we are in love,
I would never know what for,
Love is something I never got,
What it meant, or how for me it was made for?
Always have been alone,
Crying in my room,
Watching others settle down,
Wanting to,
But seperation anxiety never allowing me to,
So I would fight every night,
With the demons in my head,
And I would cry every time,
They would find me in the red,
And I would scream,
Don't ruin my fantasy,
I'm not a juggling-ping-pong ball,
So let me go,
Let me free from all,
And winters are so special,
And they're unique,
And they're kind,
They always give me butterflies,
And in my cocoon of no interactions,
I was now alone in the streets with a plethora of action,
And drama,
So cue the drama,
Cause I love the drama,
And Ice Cream sundaes and the watermelon prices are high,
It's winter but I guess that also makes sense but I don't know why,
I have a lot going on in my mind,
A lot I want to say right now,
A lot I should've said back then,
A lot that I will forget to say in the future,
And A lot that I won't listen,
But I'm fading in this,
So save me again, pull me out,
Embrace me again, tell me out,
Don't lose me again, this time out,
Please don't go after chasing me,
If I won't stay and be gone,
Just let me,
Fade away with the winter,
And for saving me,
I will remember you forever
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PoetryAugust is slipping through our hands like a half-sipped bottle of wine and this year for me has been the most Unhinged, deranged, yet somehow on some level chic and comforting. I found and discovered things I never thought I would and I lost some th...
