Why don’t you leave?

My thoughts, my home?

Desert, run and flee –

my heart an icy stone.


Turn my memories into ashes

Burn them and make me forget

Your eyes, hair, hands and lashes

Your whispers, the words you said.


Bring the winter, whirlwinds of fire

inside my shelter, destroy each desire

I have ever had and every dream

of never-ending summer I’ve seen


I hate you and I love you every day,

minute, season and I just want to say

“Leave my crystal palace and let me die”

when the sun is dead and my tears dry.


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