~MIDWINTER MEMORIES~
The chills of winters before this are flowering once more
tiny icicles forming on the edge of our lips
closing the sweet gap between us and midwinter
letting the cold lay stain upon our fingertips
Latesnowfall turns the livelyhood
of us and every storm now heading home
another shade of melancoly blue
bittersweet against our heartbeats tome
Our beings are becoming something different
in the darker storms clouds near twilight
Silhouetting us agaisnt the cold
In our small expanse of private night
Encaged inside of our own eidolon
between nothingness and our will to stay alive
sheltering us until the dawn will come and save us
where we'll witness every ray of sun revive
But only in our sweetest dreams this was played
just for us to bear our witness upon
we let the cold seep into our fragile bones
we let the midwinter sweep on
Much too far inside the darkness of winter
the melancoly state in which we'd dream
the sweet frailty and the bitter right
that froze us at our seams
We only wished upon the storm clouds
the ones that daunted us every dark day
because we didn't think we'd survive midwinter
And, together, the chilling breeze blew us away.
Midwinter Memories
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