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Cold Winds
A broken promise and shattered dreams
shadows all stand still, joining hands
bowing heads while cold winds blow
With nothing left to feel
One blind moment of panic and rage
You created carnage and walked
Leaving me in this frozen past
And now you heed the talk
They tell a tale of dying love
You drank away my dreams
They vanished with the melting ice
That drowned and destroyed me
I sorrow not for my goodbye
I know now where I’ll go
Rest assured my memory will find you
Each time the cold winds blow
shadows all stand still, joining hands
bowing heads while cold winds blow
With nothing left to feel
One blind moment of panic and rage
You created carnage and walked
Leaving me in this frozen past
And now you heed the talk
They tell a tale of dying love
You drank away my dreams
They vanished with the melting ice
That drowned and destroyed me
I sorrow not for my goodbye
I know now where I’ll go
Rest assured my memory will find you
Each time the cold winds blow
Published 1st Apr 2017
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1st Apr 2017 12:06pm
2nd Apr 2017 00:59am
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6th Apr 2017 1:01am
I agree Buddydog. Some things just feel so final because they say the heart does not lie, and I write from my heart and soul. I have a hard time writing about stuff that I have not felt...I have also learned that when my heart and soul feels like something is final, I cling to hope and keep pushing the word "final" out of my mind when it intrudes in my thoughts. Seems to help by putting it into words - you know, like getting it out and letting the words go, in the literal sense. Does that make sense? I am not known for making much sense sometimes. lol
