Kind of misplaced, kind of eerie.
There's snow all over
I am cold,
The light filters and wounds me all over again,
Light is so little
I wish to be buried in the warmth of the white veil.
The idea of young death seemed unfair,
How is it so soothing forthwith?
But wasn't it unfair when the horizon was loved for promises untrue?
Sky kisses the earth, with subtle chivalry,
If one day he would explode in her urge,
Wouldn't it be a collapse?
Nothing is irrational anymore,
neither is my idea of death.
My small heart has taken too much of the worldly pain,
September brings in spring, I await the fall.
How consumingly uncomfortable full blooming flowers are,
Why could they do it and I can't?
There's a ghost in my dreams,
He manipulates me each day
One day he puts me together,
Warms me like a blanket,
And one day he is distant and frigid
Doesn't care anymore,
I lay awake as a cold mess
He comes and goes, a ghost for sure.
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