Bitter Circles, My Cold Summer


On the edge of my sleep you pull me back in

With the weight of hell and the promise of heaven

With folding smiles and fading spaces

I’m still studying you and your emotional paces

Drunken sadness, sheets of metal

A sobering thought of your dying intentions

You make it hard to breathe

You make it hard to feel

Dangerous and delayed

A denied truth grows this space between us.

It’s filling with nothingness, a solid emptiness

Prompting fears of loneliness

In summer’s winter fog I’ve found clarity

We’re a love written in history

My old heart I shall keep for myself

All that’s left is a chilly goodbye

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About obialone
I'm random and unwise. I'm always seeking wisdom in its simplest form. I'm scared of not being scared, so I find ways to terrify myself. I care about everything, and I'm interested in all things. I reserve the right to change my mind, anytime. So in most cases I find it best to humble my opinion

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