It is December
And she is dead.
Her tears frozen
In her lifeless eyes
Whether joy or sorrowful
It is unknown.
Purple and black blossoms
Bloom on blue skin
A garden of love
Gifted by the long embrace
Of December.
Arms of snow cover her
In a blanket of eternal vows.
The stars above
The only witnesses
To the ceremony
As she succumbed
To the love
Of December.
The sun seeps slowly through Transparent glass windows, A debate commencing Between myself and I About departing from my Blanketed...
I see you But you don’t see me, Not the real me at least. I show what the outside wants, The real me kept locked behind Transparent blue...
Insomnia haunts me like clouds The sky dim My breath weak within The frozen air My skin numb and blue From the cold. From the hurt. I...
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