The frozen lake,
The broken heart.
Stamped on to shatter,
The dreams of reality.
_
*Who knows where the footprint will lie,
Sinking down past the refection of the sky.
The last ray of sunlight beaming through,
Like an angel, Watching down on you.*
_
As inhaled,
Lungs freeze.
Just like that,
We shut off.
We feel reality.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
The frozen lake,
The broken heart.
Stamped on to shatter,
The dreams of reality.
_
*Who knows where the footprint will lie,
Sinking down past the refection of the sky.
The last ray of sunlight beaming through,
Like an angel, Watching down on you.*
_
As inhaled,
Lungs freeze.
Just like that,
We shut off.
We feel reality.
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