Winter Nights in My Heart
Winter nights in my heart,
though it's summer outside—
but autumn settles in my soul,
turning me into a sad sight
for those who can't see
the beauty within.
I don't know how long
my rivers will flow
before my mind runs dry.
I gave up on everything—
mostly, on myself.
Nobody stayed
at my station
to take this trip with me.
What you see
is just a ghost in skin,
walking through a life
that once was bright.
Like a shooting star,
eventually burning out,
leaving nothing but memories
frozen in time.
Still hoping—
that one day,
I'll come to life.
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