To me you are the warmest season. You have always been the brighest sun. These cliches will not be spoken. I'd choke on my lead tongue. . So self-aware it's a burden.
Farewell, goodbye, God knows we tried. Our union so unsure could never endure. . Slowly turn the page and say goodbye and walk away from everything. That we worked so hard to save.
If I had a drink. I'd drink it.. If I had a drug. I'd take it.. I'd do anything to peel away the pain I feel right now.. . It's a mild December 31.. Snow cries hard onto flooded earth,.