The air outside in the moonlight
was fresh and clean, new to me.
Something I had almost forgotten
while I hid inside,
away from the touch of curiosity.
Brisk and steady, a way to walk.
Walk it all off, that is what I need.
My face has rusted with salt and pain,
A never ending race.
How to age quickly, a faster pace.
With caffeine flowing as thick as blood,
The cold brushed off,
like an already steady absense.
Just like this night,
when I all I can do is wander in the quiet.
The moon would keep me company,
every night I sat alone in the corner.
Now it is my companion again,
while I tread on lonely trails.
I still taste your sweet words on my skin.
What is more harsh?
The sun warmed me, mocking my memory.
The moon melted into me, condemning me.
Loneliness is no solace,
to my bitter and torn heart.
Shadows cover all in this winter night land.
A silent dance of acceptance,
the air mingles with my breath.
Frozen and burning, no in between.
Let me melt, let me blend, let me just forget.
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