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Seasons

Seasons

I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within, this heat of mine fires scorching words I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt I want you watch when these bridges burn I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold, standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze I am...
Our Story

Our Story

this is our story, the tangled tale we weave, twisted with sweet subtlety and you tell it, oh so beautifully the words spill, you turning the ordinary into the divine, your patient hands walking through mine (please, please, tell me more) I’ve memorized the...