This summer’s serenade has left a bittersweet stench, lingering in my face.
I feel it’s overstayed its scorching seasonal shift. Wishing winter would take its place.
Longing for less of this lackluster love that this season seems to have abundances of.

Winter solstice brings me solace.

The bitter taste of love once had but now gone, weighs heavy on my mind and sits adversely on my tongue.

The summer masquerade thrown by your empty eyes has intoxicated my soul.
Corrupted by its sting, infecting every-fucking-thing, I find myself praying for the cold.
Longing for this pain to come to an end. Wondering how long must I wait, so I can live again.

Winter solstice brings me solace.
Winter’s solace feels so soul less.

There’s something wrong in a world today; do people have any shame? Disregarding their hearts for some preconceived notion of fate. Leading us all to believe they have our best interests in mind. Well I’m not as bind as you think and I refused to be misled this time.

Not this time. I will not give in to your flurry of false promises. I won’t let you under my skin. Not this time. Not this time. A fool you have played, you thought you had it made. But you failed to see that this season has changed.

This summer serenade sung by those empty eyes has left me bitter and cold. And I’m not sure if I’ll ever break free from this hold. I know they say that time will heal all but try getting up from a mile high fall. One thing’s for sure. I know it’s true. When next season comes around I’ll be right back to you… in your arms… again.