The truth is very cold, freezing almost.
Especially once i mistook it
all in an amber hue,
a warm disposition.
Now I see it has always been iced.
dressed in a sad shine
deep cracks, and clouded sensitivities.
I blindly thought we were bursting
in a beautiful fire
dancing on the embers of longevity,
burning for eternities.
I thought the ashes could never catch up to us.
But we were never on fire.
Only I, in a hypothermic solitude
dreaming of a faraway, beautiful warmth
twisted passion:
as a means of an escape.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
The truth is very cold, freezing almost.
Especially once i mistook it
all in an amber hue,
a warm disposition.
Now I see it has always been iced.
dressed in a sad shine
deep cracks, and clouded sensitivities.
I blindly thought we were bursting
in a beautiful fire
dancing on the embers of longevity,
burning for eternities.
I thought the ashes could never catch up to us.
But we were never on fire.
Only I, in a hypothermic solitude
dreaming of a faraway, beautiful warmth
twisted passion:
as a means of an escape.
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