a betrayful feeling of betrayal

filled my dry garden of eternal hopes

when you left without a whisper...

and your smile

was like the sun's light

blinding before the warmth

a blindness that made me feel

cold.

that you are like a season

is an answered question

but have you changed from spring to winter?

that what was once life,

is now a face for me to shiver?

with the passion of need

running wild

hungering for any scrap of sweet tenderness from you,

meeting only unfulfilled hopes--

maybe the soul is losing its hold.

oh, i was once your summer turned winter cold.

i don't have the sun tonight

perhaps, tomorrow i might.

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