The winter of my folly remains to taunt the calmness of my soul.
When our love went down in flames, I thought I'd regain control.
We danced upon that great divide, where reason gives way to greed.
Where carnal lust and weakness collide to sate your every need.
I vainly try to gather back the rhyme and reason cast aside.
To live a life once more serene, where peace and sanity abide.
The springtime of our folly was bliss but it's ravaged the seasons of my soul.
When will this heart be free again? I'm tired of paying the toll.
* not autobiographical. Merely a poetic consideration of the ravages of infidelity and regret.
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