Open Season (For Hearts)
Cold silent, lie still like frozen petals,
when blown by negligent wind tumble,
to floors dew-soaked and ready made,
frozen by fear of the distant rumble.
Thunder cries out, so oppressive and dark,
eardums bursting and chest's quiver,
count out the miles till its next deafening roar,
beckoning a flash of lightening hither.
Flash, a light show for hurt and pain,
Emotions lay bear beneath the weather,
light up grey skies and dissipate fast,
burnt under eyelids forever and ever.
The light of the sun blinds both alike,
no difference, no matter, for rhyme nor reason,
blink back ready-melted tears,
heart failing rapidly, Autumn the season.
All does happen to me in a split-second
cry out for your life, severed too fast,
from mine and then you're gone with your heart,
my own glued stuck to imminent past.
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Simple pleasures come from simple things and reading and writing are arguably some of the most basic things one can do.
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