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Coldest Winter / Summer Love

"But you promised me you would be there when seasons change." - Tamyra Gray

Coldest Winter
It gets kinda lonely.
Nothing growing
barren grounds
no flowers to smell
no beautiful landscape to see.
Water turns into blocks of ice.
The streets become the perfect ice skating tracks.
Long nights lead to thinking.
The later it gets the closer to zero degrees I go.
I'm trying to warm up.
I'm so cold the heat from hell wont melt my heart.
Omarion's ice box had nothing on the chills and frostbite I use to break hearts. Midnight tears leave morning icicles I no longer take off.
I'm dying.
Nothing can compare to letting yourself go.
To opening up to people who scream trust me.
If I had a dollar for every one who I met who's first name was trust middle me and last Shan Id be across the seas searching for him.
When you open up once you will never be the same.
But if you do it twice you have a special gift.
As much as I fear being alone, I'm only willing to unlock the door once.


Summer Love
Everything is pleasing to the eyes.
The amount of smiles makes it that much hotter.
I undress myself to tan in the beauty of a generous Son.
The days are long and the nights are short.
The water is cold but it feels good.
The shade is crowded but the sunshine is abundant.
Second chances come in a bakers dozen with an unlimited supply.
So I spent my money up on sweets trying to catch your attention.
Couldn't imagine how much I would miss you once I got to know you.
And I know I'm laying all this on you at one time but don't walk away again.
We don't have to wait for next years summer embrace we can cuddle in all the seasons. I love your face.
But I will never forget the image of the back of your head.
You walked away cause we got to heated.
At that moment I wished I had picked up that sunblock lotion.
But I was already burned.
You ignited a fire in me that follows me where ever I go.
I realized that you cant find love in the summer time.
That's when I was born.

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