Cold

by

Thomas Granger

My Lovely Love Loves Lovingly so gentle in the spring
My only trouble being is I did not bring the thing
Which was to bring me Loving, more-so in the sweetest way
My Love dilutes my mixture just a little more today

My situation being almost, something I can't take
The illusion here that sways me is not my one mistake
Though I do not feel the purpose overcomes the right to be
Anything I want to, so I'm choosing to be me

Adventure through my mind, lost thoughts are often left untied
I imagine joy is somewhere waiting, locked up deep inside
As I stumble through the drizzle, I wonder why it just won't snow
To whisk away my feelings with these wicked winds that blow

I look, at last the sunshine makes me warm in mid July
I don't remember last time but I guess it means goodbye
Take my only teardrops I was saving just for you
Hoping in the end you'll see they're cause for feeling blue

As I wrestle with my conscience whether I can make it right
I find myself entranced by this fiery, vibrant light
I try to capture any part to save it for the storm
My Love would be so Lovely if she came and kept me warm

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Fever
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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