2.22.16
The hourglass stopped ticking long ago.
But still I beg for a little more time.
The passion was hot, but you were cold as stone.
You made it the coldest summer of my life.
I like to say that it was a winter in June.
It was hot out, so we stayed inside.
Inside was all we ever knew.
That winter-like summer, you weren't mine.
I fought for love, just to watch you walk away.
You wanted more than I had to give.
Left me hanging on all you didn't say.
It was all so short-lived.
You were Gatsby, and I was the forbidden Daisy.
Our love was tragic, died at the hands of time.
I could love you for five years, forever maybe.
My winter in June, frozen heart of mine.
I was more like Gatsby in the end.
I couldn't stand to see you move on.
Lost in the darkness that started to descend.
Absence makes the heart grow fond.
Instability is the ugliest thing.
We could have had more than that winter in June.
Can't forever have a happy ending?
Or is our love doomed?
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My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
Poesie"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to...
