Winter

By Trilby Severn

Thu, 19 Sep 2013
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Your eyes used to fray
off midnight
crescent moons 
crested unto the benevolent iris.
 
I gave away
my whole soul, that day
the price of the sacrifice
wasn't worth the stay
 
there's just so little to lose
when all I've ever had, is you
but I'm the somber swansong
riddled in my own tune
 
Years creased by folds of history
love, nostalgia, irony
but I'm the new garnered rune
rusted into a path, anew
 
I wish you well, as the light parts your eyes
I need peace from my demise
be better, without my frigid touch
I'm wandering the bridge in winter's new brush.
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