Season

by Matt   Nov 22, 2006


It's getting colder out
My season has finally arrived
Days filled with slate grey skies
And little clouds drifting off our lips
Nights when the sky is so clear
You can count a hundred-million stars.
To come inside, next to the crackling fire
With old scenes are playing over and over
Where the gentle tongues grace the past
And drift up toward Heaven on beautiful smoke
We watch those graceful devils dance with memory
Sometimes we even let them get inside our hearts
To believe everything is truly lost,
And never to return again...
That I'll never again look into your eyes
To see some glimpse of true happiness
And I'll never again hold you in my arms
As tender as a dream, and strong as the ocean waves
They tell us that the year is nearly over
And it's time to start again somewhere new
They say the chance is lost, it fell long ago
The sweet-talking ghosts try to steal it away
But memories last forever, they cannot be taken
The little demons even try to convince us
That the whole story is one-sided, we're alone
No one feels the same for us, like we do for them
So tell me, how many more days must I fight this
I'm not sure how long I can fail to believe them
Please, I only need just one angel
Please, hurry up and get here.

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  • 17 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    This was really wonderful to read.

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