You broke my heart,
I played it cool, I let you take your time.
Now we are walking a very thin line,
Of who we are,
Lovers or Strangers?
We could not decide.

The sweetest of muses, inspiration to the core.
The feeling was better than anything I’d felt before.
So I latched on because winter was coming
& I’d rather suffer through the cold than be destroyed in fall.

& in the silence, I wait for the sirens to call
A ringing alarm, to wake our souls
To decide that us as lovers must end,
Once and for all.

As my heart breaks a hundred more times,
I’ll play it cool, but I will not take the lies.
I can no longer walk this thin line,
Between lovers and strangers...
I had to decide.

My muse is gone and my vision is black. I am numb to the core, and with inspiration, I lack.
I detached myself, and I let the cold in.
...Let the fall begin.