Seasons

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It all started with a cold chilly breeze

The look in your eyes that makes me freeze

The puff of smoke that comes out of your lips

The way you caress my skin with your fingertips


It's now the time for the flowers to bloom

Just like your feelings for me, that I assume

Will be more beautiful as time goes on

And together we'll witness the first dawn


As the heat haze grasses my skin

We'll start a month where it will all begin

The passion and commitment that I badly wish

Will come into fruition after all the anguish


And as I wake up from the cold autumn air

I start to realize that you're not there

And I'm alone in this old cruel place

As the leaves falls in an empty space


Now I have to wait for the next season

Where it all started, the only reason

My demise a dark oblivion

A cold cold place of pain and dissatisfaction

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