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The change of seasons bring forth metamorphosis in our lifetime
Sometimes we lose what was most valuable to us which is quite tragic
And sometimes we gain a piece of something else that isn’t permanent.
A constant cycle that repeats itself until we become stronger
Will continue to blow its forceful winds until we are satisfied.
But will we ever be satisfied? There’s always something that disrupts
The peace and sanity that we once found and dwelled in its comfort.
Gray skies remind us of the past and all that we’ve been through
And suddenly a blizzard engulfs our heart and leaves us bare and fragile.
What happens next? The vicious cycle continues, as there’s no escape
Tearing us apart each time and taking pieces of our beings.
But there will come a time when we remember what we’re living for
Whether it be through a person, a memory or a vivid experience.
The things we hold on to deep within our souls can keep us craving more
An insatiable desire, which keeps us moving forward and into the storm.
We wear the scars on our skin to show how much we have endured
And for us to remember.
If your voice could reach back through the past What are the things you would like to say? As I watched the sky change from bright to night I drank a heavy dose of what was in my sight. The clouds as they changed forms to adapt And the stars that drew closer to form a contract. What they had promised was to shine through my cracks As long as I wished upon them in the darkest of black. If they could make my voice travel into the past I’d whisper in your ear that I wish you didn’t disappear.
Deepest Thoughts Of The heart
The You Within
The Coldest Season
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