“Well there you were. The first moment I laid eyes. I knew I would have you all to my lonesome self. I just had to convince you my cold life was better than your summer sun. Oh how you came shining through the clouds and into my dreams. Like an angel descending from Good Old Dad. But we know it can’t stay there no we know it can’t stay here.

As summer fell into fall and leaves started to die with our dreams, I never forgot how I first felt when I saw you all that time ago. My summer sun. Hold my hand now cause it only gets colder from here.

You know you’re such a dream. Pour your blood on me. Crimson red and sweet. You’re this winter’s only heat. Let me wrap myself in you. Split my mind straight in two. Falling out of love and into it all. So much more than feeling, it’s life’s call.”

-CL Fuqua

Published by clfuqua87

Old soul with stories to tell.

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