Summer is the consistency of lonliness
When you think you're in bloom
you're plagued with memories.
Winter months bring the comfort of darkness.
Wrap up tight in your 22 degree heart,
because the illusion of love with cradle you back to sleep.
Until you realize your whole being is a lie.
Scribble on the paper like your words actually mean something to someone.
Scratch out what's wrong.
Bold what you like
it won't matter...
This garble won't make sense next season.
Your silhouette smile will change like the leaves.
You are the inconstant moon.
So squeeze your eyes tight
& pray for your heart to freeze over until it stops. |