the chilling arbitrarities
of steps and thoughts and fallacies
the colors of the changing leaves
are tired warning signs
when each and every passing dawn
rips through me like a lover's yawn
I lay alone the curtains drawn
with consolation bled and gone
I can't escape the lie
I'll miss you when you die
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 4:54 AM UTC
the chilling arbitrarities
of steps and thoughts and fallacies
the colors of the changing leaves
are tired warning signs
when each and every passing dawn
rips through me like a lover's yawn
I lay alone the curtains drawn
with consolation bled and gone
I can't escape the lie
I'll miss you when you die
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