it seemed so long ago i felt the breeze of the wind
cold and unfeeling
that i forgot the wretchedness of longing.

it called out to me in a bleak fall night
begging to be a perfect song,
even as i barely hit the chorus.

to be a thing of solidarity was only a dream
unfailing in its despair and blurred haze.

travelling for so long a chest ways heavy
****** and bare towards lighter fire.

won't you come together and cloth my naked skin?
desperate in her heated gaze,
yet left out in the freezing rain.