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Seasons are begging to change again                        Sun on the horizon broadening our day, Warming my heart as spring ages in.  Hands intertwined and when  We adjourn, our feet know the way.  Seasons are beginning to change again  Comfortable against your skin As you brush loose hairs away, Warming my heart as spring ages in.  A chance, hope within range  Raising our glasses of champagne,  Seasons are beginning to change again.   I ignore what they say is a sin,  Bodies intertwined, never astray Warming my heart as spring ages in Uncontrolled spirals, life will spin  You remain a constant gain although  Seasons are beginning to change again  Warming my heart as spring ages in

The chill outside matched his cold spirit As he walked toward me with intention. Prepared to belittle me Remind me of what I am not, Inform me of a version of myself.  The lack of sun matched my inability As I stood mounted in intimidation.  Unprepared and little Hearing what I might become, If I succumb to the perception He felt a need to voice. I stood with no choice— But to listen. The sun crept out one day, I chose to walk away. As he told me I’d amount to nothing, I amounted to turning around. Fearing what was behind me, Refusing to look back.

Once the flame is extinguished  As all fades to black  The unknown shall proceed.  Will I say hello To those I never said goodbye Or find out all I believe To be false. Unknown,  Once I close my eyes Rest my fate in God Even when dreams  Develop into nightmares  I can only escape it  Once the sun decides to rise. Will it ever rise Or is darkness my fate Unknown.  As I ponder, All fades to black Sending me into the unknown realm.  Once the sun penetrates  My closed eyes Erased is the known. 

Fourteen years, More than I knew you for. It was easy to say eight years, Five years ago. After all this time I begin to question, Was it all in my head? Because I remember you tucking me into bed. After you read me that book, Good night, you would say. I love you, you would say. Fourteen years ago. I had eight years in heaven– With you. Now fourteen of you in heaven– Without me. You're in heaven so– Am I in hell? Life without you, I can't think of another way to describe it. Like the wind, You were just gone. No goodbye, No opportunity to say hello. As I tuck myself into bed I hit my head, But I am not dead. I must feel the pain of life without you, As time steals days I could have had with you.