Monday, April 16, 2012

January Winds

Baby it's cold outside, but not as cold as your heart,
these January winds have nothing on you.
Red heart turns to black, start in on your attack,
the words cut viciously like freezing rain, on my naked back.

Do you remember? Can you remember? All the memories.
The laughter and tears, all those words so sincere;
adding chapters to our story. (I never thought it'd end.)

The pages turn again,
the bottles all still sit in the same place,
just taking up space, rubbing your desertion in my face.
This isn't the way I planned,
I know we were never meant to be,
but God it felt like you wanted me.

Play until my fingers bleed, sing until my heart concedes defeat from your deceit.

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