A Cold Dilemma
I’ve got to get away from here
Well the whole town is painted white
The artist is creating a nocturnal light
And it’s bitter and cold here tonight
The afflicting frost blankets over me
It’s only tonight that I’ll be able to see
Anything that I will and will not be
Through the memories and miseries, I weave
There are no stories left here for me to conceive
And it’s only this night that I’ll be able to leave
I take one last glance at the snow capped homes
Feeling a sad, lonely chill tremble through my bones
…A cold that almost burns
And then my thought turns…
Maybe I’ll just stay right here
Copyright © Rusted Dream | Year Posted 2013
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