I dreamed of a paradise for myself.
of comfort.
of happiness.
of ease of mind.
a paradise.
only to be met again with the gates of a scorching hot place of such hell.
bound to it.
forced upon me.
in life.
and in death.
forever chained to it.
-july’s winter.
like the sun, I shine with warmth
but too much
..they accuse me of burning them
so I turn myself into a moon
till I believe I was a moon from the start
but do they believe?
do I know?
am I sure?
like the moon, I hide away in coldness
waiting for a sun to emit it’s warmth
I want to be number one.
not in looks..
not in smarts..
not in knowledge..
not in holiness..
not in..anything…
I want to be the number one in someone’s life.
-july’s winter.
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-july’s winter.
Words with an ownership of a belonging to me, which will not be spilled onto paper by a hand of which does not harbor the pen of my heart, mind and soul’s ink.
-July’s winter.