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Decaying February
The frozen air slices through me as I stand alone,
Stand alone to watch to ghost of you slowly disappear.
I stand with my arms wrapped around myself,
As I try to barricade myself from the snow that falls.
My vision is blurred by spots of white that rain from Heaven
But through this I can see that you are gone.
You will not be coming back this time, never again.
The emptiness in my heart is felt from the hole you left,
You left me in pieces, and I’m too weak to gather myself.
From that second on, my February began to decay.
Newly fallen snow patiently covered the tracks you left
As you walked away from me, out of my life.
I watch the snow blanket the tracks in solitude;
I suddenly felt the cold much more sharply than I did
Just a few moments ago when you stood next to me.
Snow slowly veils my face as I stay standing there,
Alone with just a simple ghost of you lingering about me.
My February is dead and decayed; my February is alone.
Stand alone to watch to ghost of you slowly disappear.
I stand with my arms wrapped around myself,
As I try to barricade myself from the snow that falls.
My vision is blurred by spots of white that rain from Heaven
But through this I can see that you are gone.
You will not be coming back this time, never again.
The emptiness in my heart is felt from the hole you left,
You left me in pieces, and I’m too weak to gather myself.
From that second on, my February began to decay.
Newly fallen snow patiently covered the tracks you left
As you walked away from me, out of my life.
I watch the snow blanket the tracks in solitude;
I suddenly felt the cold much more sharply than I did
Just a few moments ago when you stood next to me.
Snow slowly veils my face as I stay standing there,
Alone with just a simple ghost of you lingering about me.
My February is dead and decayed; my February is alone.
Published 13th Mar 2010
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