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The coldest night of autumn, Made its place on a sunday. I'm keeping up with my thoughts, The ones about you, my dear. My mind is playing tricks with me, I see you in every dream, Tears shed, too much, made a lake Swimming in my own, deep pain. I listen to your whisper, It travels with the wind. Leaving behind paths and hills, Our promises, everything. You went past winter, left a note, I opened it with such big hopes... The message had a dark, short line: "You were never in my life". I hear your knocks from years away, On the door of Spring's huge cave, I have to warn him, or is it too late? How dare you act, like you're a saint? So tell me darling, use your head! Don't tell me this is the end! How is March a better man, Than November, who's more than friend? I need an answer, a confess, How can you move on so fast, Leaving me on special meds, With all these new panic attacks? The boy i was, became a man, Lost his faith and future plans, Like those cute dates, all of them, We used to say: "Carpe diem". Time to close my heart forever, Hurts me more than any hell. Wishing you are loved and better, While i live under your spell. You told me, that you're my Lover, I trusted you, for too long, Liar.
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
Summer
The coldest night of autumn, Made its place on a sunday. I'm keeping up with my thoughts, The ones about you, my dear. My mind is playing tricks with me, I see you in every dream, Tears shed, too much, made a lake Swimming in my own, deep pain. I listen to your whisper, It travels with the wind. Leaving behind paths and hills, Our promises, everything. You went past winter, left a note, I opened it with such big hopes... The message had a dark, short line: "You were never in my life". I hear your knocks from years away, On the door of Spring's huge cave, I have to warn him, or is it too late? How dare you act, like you're a saint? So tell me darling, use your head! Don't tell me this is the end! How is March a better man, Than November, who's more than friend? I need an answer, a confess, How can you move on so fast, Leaving me on special meds, With all these new panic attacks? The boy i was, became a man, Lost his faith and future plans, Like those cute dates, all of them, We used to say: "Carpe diem". Time to close my heart forever, Hurts me more than any hell. Wishing you are loved and better, While i live under your spell. You told me, that you're my Lover, I trusted you, for too long, Liar.
#autumn#winter#spring#love#hope#heart#friend
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B_en-c3
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
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