It's Coldest In December
While most hearts are tender and warm.
There are those who are not...
They're heartaches and turns cold.
From the depression of December.
The sun turns away...
Brining in those icy thoughts.
Turning away the warmth of love.
Wanting nothing more then to be alone.
Nothing but those thoughts of once was.
A summer of love, all the warmth and happiness.
All that gone on a cold winters night.
The start of the snow, the songs sung.
Nothing can melt that icy heart.
Even though there is someone there.
There is nothing better then the darkness of sleep.
The eternal rest. Never going on.
In this, December, is the month of death.
The emotions, the thoughts, the pain always hurts more.
It's always the coldest in December.
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