Poe's Last Winter
if you start to miss the dark
you know the days become, too long
if memories are where you lay
then where exactly does your heart belong
summer means it’s time to move along
autumn is the song that moves the ghost
winter is a touch of New York warmth
everything after, is a kingdom’s fall
from where you turn and toss the most
you yearn for the ghost when snow fails the frost
a touch too pleasant to rush or admire
looking back at the ashes like you miss the fire
everything you lost to keep it warm
yea we were everything you lost to keep us warm
time means nothing when the hours begin to fade
the sun drips in fury as if it’s the price you pay
for living out of touch when the moon starts to crush
and those around you need you the most
yea i’m sorry i’ve been a ghost
moments become less when it’s all you have
tomorrow became too gentle to deflower age
missing all the pleasantries that kept us content
living in a scent of being mint
yea living is the scent of just being mint
if you start to heart the dark
you know your days become, too long
if memories are where you are
then where exactly does your heart belong
summer means it’s time to move, along
autumn is the song that moves the ghost
winter is a touch of New York warmth
everything after is a kingdom of fall
from where you turn and toss the most
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