In the face of all that we have been
I am left as lonely as the passing of time
I will never have a life without a winter
I will never warm myself within the echoes of your heartbeat
Remember when I held up your head
Further disowning my life and my agenda
I made promises and never thought that I would be devoured
In the face of all that we have been
If I bleed, will you fade away?
If I scream, will you silence me?
If I decide that I will lie down with another
Will you hate me?
Will you trade me for the weather?
In the face of all that we have been
I am left as lonely as the passing of time
I will never have a life without a winter
I will never warm myself within the echoes of your heartbeat
~ A. Sinclaire.
2:37 p.m. 05/07/2014, Wednesday
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