After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its fires,
There come the mellow, mild, St. Martin days
Crowned with the calm of peace, but sad with haze.
So after Love has led us, till he tires
Of his throes, and torments, and desires,
Comes large-eyed Friendship: with a restful gaze.
He beckons us to follow, and across
Cool verdant vales we wander free from care.
Is it a touch of frost lies in the air?
Why are we haunted by a sense of loss?
We do not wish the pain back, or the heat;
And yet, and yet, these days are incomplete.
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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Everyone is searching
for the missing piece in life.
The key to unlock the door
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
The way I used to smile,
and love our favorite song
The way it felt so right
Your kindness has been blessed to me
From the stars above.
Your words all fill my
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
This is your time
to no longer be who you were,
to rise from the embers,
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
