The Coldest Winter - Louis Cunnington
Lifeless and alone.
So cold on my own.
Harder than diamonds.
More than crystalline gold.weather
For the winter never comes.
And the world remains hotter than the August sun.
Romantic rides, in someone else's fun.
Collision alines.
With stars in the skies.
No where to look but up.
But where to wander but lost in our Divine luck.
Props to the one.
Who stole your tongue.
For your words were ever so bitter.
The blasphemy you mistook for words unhooked, made you finally cold as winter.
⁃ L.C.
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