Summers end evokes an ache so tender and calm
That sits beneath your chest - demanding to be felt
It’s quiet and consuming
As you lay with it at night
And In the quiet hours it’s what’s keeping you alive
This irreverent sting is all that’s left
In the wake of the snowstorm -
It’s the only reminder there was light before the fall
But fires don’t burn forever - day always turns into night
And the night pales in comparison
And the low is greater than the high
Then that familiar feeling reopens old scars
And you hang there by a thread slighted until you're starved
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Summers end evokes an ache so tender and calm
That sits beneath your chest - demanding to be felt
It’s quiet and consuming
As you lay with it at night
And In the quiet hours it’s what’s keeping you alive
This irreverent sting is all that’s left
In the wake of the snowstorm -
It’s the only reminder there was light before the fall
But fires don’t burn forever - day always turns into night
And the night pales in comparison
And the low is greater than the high
Then that familiar feeling reopens old scars
And you hang there by a thread slighted until you're starved
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