Its snowing,
it seems that sometimes the people you want to read you the most walk by
the world’s rotation takes them to a different counter a different place
had I a charming smile, a chiseled featured face
id hope to bring you into this unassuming shattered place
these broken dream days
a whiskey poured haze, we walked as king and queen
loved to love and left no feeling unfelt no lovers love untouched
these days of timeless love lust and forgotten trust
the earth does have an end
seems the cold brings a shiver
to not just the skin but perhaps to our fading youth
the softest skin wrinkles and the softest lips do certainly dry
brilliant eyes dimmed ,
pain,
heart ache, and uncertainty
hands held in hope fall
quivering appendages
weak, withered, wrinkled and shaking
time has taken his toll and this withered hearts being sobs
this snow
so cold
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