Winter falls
Like shattered tears
Broken, displaced
Leaving Summers fears.
In dark clouds
I see your eyes
Hard, cruel and barbed
Yet still I want your arms.
To quell my dying dream
Now fantasy left dead
Heartbroken, alone
Your heart of stone.
To reach, arms outstretched
To loves cruel throne
Artist without home
I still love you.
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