Getting Old

A ring of slipped faults split the bed
waiting to answer voices in my head
cold breezes and cold shoulders
nights like this are getting old
not a warm spot left to hold

Love letters read in the light of day
tears spilt washing it all away
cold breezes and cold shoulders
extinguished embers spark lie low
even your soul has a frosted glow

The looks are of only Jimmy Choo
no longer longing to run after you
cold breezes and cold shoulders
distanced dreams dissipate a rising star
wishes eluding ever wonder who we are
Written by JusTim_
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