Comfort in the promise
Of no promises at all
Knowing your warmth may be fleeting
I await the cold
For the fool hopes for the swearing of always
Wrapped in lavender cloth
But the wise await for the winter that no shelter can withstand.
I ran to you knowing your feet had the ability to run in opposition
So I approached you and waited for your feet to move
And so they did.
The winter bird wrecked my home and frosted my woven flowers.
And now I stand pale and alone
As the wiser.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 11:15 PM UTC
Comfort in the promise
Of no promises at all
Knowing your warmth may be fleeting
I await the cold
For the fool hopes for the swearing of always
Wrapped in lavender cloth
But the wise await for the winter that no shelter can withstand.
I ran to you knowing your feet had the ability to run in opposition
So I approached you and waited for your feet to move
And so they did.
The winter bird wrecked my home and frosted my woven flowers.
And now I stand pale and alone
As the wiser.
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