Winter Isolation, by Slightest Sound Subscribe to rss feed for Slightest Sound
Posted: 2017-12-15 09:33:19 UTC
I hate a month, but only in smoke,
nothing but water miles around.
Frozen tears wherever you go,
not exactly what i can call home.

All i hear is think but don't think..
what the hell do you want from me?
Isolation is all i know at times like this,
so let the winter weather wash away my tears.

Slightest Sound

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