Tag: cold
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The Woman in the Mirror
A woman in the mirror A man in the clouds A silent ballet, a circus with clowns She’s tired and honest She’s bargaining with herself He’s away and sane He’s working on himself The woman in the mirror Loves the man in the clouds too much -emc
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Breakfast
Drought, in the shape of new sadness and chapped lips lost in green eyes. Wave by wave, a garden grew green vanquished me a new love to be seen Storms, hurricanes mud so thick flowers drowned, seeds washed away. Desolate, nothingness agony without you agony with you to understand it is to feel it Devour…
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Cold feet
The days are shorter it’s colder and the ice in my chest is spreading to protect me from feeling something so deeply for you it drowns me. Maybe I already sunk deep, deep into the ocean on my way to a life I thought might feel better, your current was just so warm and I…