Ice chilled the sound right out of the walls
Like the eye of a midnight hurricane
I could hear your breathing as if you were hugging me
So far from it was reality
Every mind spins in thought, but you were not a speaker
The eyes told your stories just as a poem does
Short and slippery, like a post-rain railing
I would have killed with bare hands
To understand the looks you shot my way
I splashed through your currents for endless hours
Like listening to a symphony, you spoke in love-tinged prose
You wore my choices like war medals
Polished and shined to a glorified state
Why must I sit in the moment that passed,
Let me be free from these dim lights at last.
Tock goes the clock as I slip from your sight,
Gone is the shelter on this cold stormy night.
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