The sunsets, caressing the colors into the night
The painting fades
All turns to darkness
The stars illuminate the night sky.
The wind blows aggressively against my face,
this is the only source of affection I can count on
Nodding my head I say I'm okay, on the surface yes I am
Where do the real feelings go? deep down, stuffed under the medications
the coffee, the wine, the ice cream
Look, I'm so fine.
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