Winter

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It feels like utter winter
Where there is no warmth
Just simple bitter
That comes to simmer
Bitter heathens
In search of swarth
How can't I feel in this winter
Any deserved harth?

"I fold. "
You would say in a card game
And with a blindfold
Each time you made a poker face
I was sold...

For whatever you had to tell
I'd believe without needing to sell
I'd crack that shell
And I discovered the tale...

It is just like Oscar Wilde said
"Cowards do it with a kiss."
And I was there at your bed
Quivering, anticipating our bliss
But it ended up being the brave way;
You used a blade when I least expected.

Betrayal and love just don't mix
And as I myself
Plunge the blade even deeper
Tears silently stream down making a river...

How can I love so purely
And unscathingly
Yet I know why you're not desperately cherishing no matter what is
Our destiny?
You're just among the others
And that's okay with me?

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