I thought I’d found a summer home
to keep me through my days.
My heart had led me to a place
where sunlight always played.
Instead I found an ice-cold heart
from one that I adored,
for winter camped out in my life
the day you closed that door.
In hindsight I look back and think
how could I’d been so blind?
To see the man who’d stole my heart
was just a state of mind.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
I thought I’d found a summer home
to keep me through my days.
My heart had led me to a place
where sunlight always played.
Instead I found an ice-cold heart
from one that I adored,
for winter camped out in my life
the day you closed that door.
In hindsight I look back and think
how could I’d been so blind?
To see the man who’d stole my heart
was just a state of mind.
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