In the hot, blistering, orange summer haze,
I’d once again been left;
Left in a haze
And the calming effects,
Of words you had left,
Grew on,
Into a haunting repetance
I lack in any response
In the light, reminiscent autumn breeze
I’d been held to watch again;
Watch again as you leave
And the dazzling effects,
Of the touch you had left,
They fade,
Slowly, into a wish for such again
I lack in any response
In the cold,
Monochromatic ice,
I grasped just too late;
Too late to think twice
And the chilling effects,
Of assurance you’d left,
Vanished,
As I failed to accept it
I lack in any response
In the first light,
Brightest of spring,
You return to me,
This to cause me to gleam
And the way I effect,
Your return from having left,
Wordless,
I glow before you
You lack in any response
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
In the hot, blistering, orange summer haze,
I’d once again been left;
Left in a haze
And the calming effects,
Of words you had left,
Grew on,
Into a haunting repetance
I lack in any response
In the light, reminiscent autumn breeze
I’d been held to watch again;
Watch again as you leave
And the dazzling effects,
Of the touch you had left,
They fade,
Slowly, into a wish for such again
I lack in any response
In the cold,
Monochromatic ice,
I grasped just too late;
Too late to think twice
And the chilling effects,
Of assurance you’d left,
Vanished,
As I failed to accept it
I lack in any response
In the first light,
Brightest of spring,
You return to me,
This to cause me to gleam
And the way I effect,
Your return from having left,
Wordless,
I glow before you
You lack in any response
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