Winter

winter
IMAGE CREDIT  ELENA SHUMILOVA

Originally posted on Despite my deepest thoughts

Trying to forget you,
And our love that grew.
While my memory so fresh.
The smell of you, your black dress.
With your hand, that summer rain
A clear invitation for my pain
.

That golden moment, where I was blessed
This dark side, who could have guessed?
You’re that song, where I lost my line somewhere in the verse.
How I would kill myself for it to reverse
On a cold fucking phase you made me enter
This cold feeling, this must be winter.

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