Pull the covers over my head,
don't want to face this day.I can smell the pancakes and
coffee downstairs
but the only sound I hear
is the melancholy tune
of my heart strings playing
please don't go.
Winter's cruel game sets
time on a crazy,
high-speed wheel only to
crawl when things get real.
Damn that clock.
Sip the sparkling slowly
and remember that I'm
here waiting for a wake
up call from this
lonely dream, singing
please don't go.
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The time will come when the clock will be your friend and the lonely dream will end. Yes, I am quite sure of it. Winter's cruel game will surrender to the freshness of spring, and then the sweet sizzle of the warm summer sun. Beyond that lies a sea of hope and a future spiced with the vintner's finest wines and all the wonders that love can bring.
Delicious.
hummmm...something tells me there is more to this story.
@Anon: I take the 5th.
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