Summer

Wed, 08/05/2015 - 23:58 -- annabee
Even someone cold as you
Could feel this summer heat
I would just like to know
If your heart breaks when it beats
 
August has long since gone
Your voice creeps in my head
I can still hear those lies
When I’m sleeping in my bed
 
Winter calls out suddenly
My heart turns into stone
You turned me against the world
Now I’m left here all alone
 
Someday I may forgive
The things that we did wrong
But until then I can see
That the darkness lasts so long
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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