the snow in december is cold but so is the spring rain do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain

in my dreams its old memories scattered throughout 
desolate landscapes
what was once a fantasy of true love ended 
with no storybook endings
what once was anxious lovers looking to the future
are now jackals fighting over scraps of the past

the snow in december is cold 
but so is the spring rain 
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain

in this world of mine filled with torment there's no good guys 
or bad 
true love is a thing of the past
I'm a veteran of a infinite number of psychological wars 
I just don't know who the enemy is any more

I've been living on the edge so long I'm not sure that there's 
anything left of me anymore
the scars on the inside far out number the thousands 
on the outside

the snow in december is cold 
but so is the spring rain 
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain

seems like all my tomorrows turns into yesterdays
everything that I've ever loved just seems to fade away
what does it matter if you live in a penthouse if it's in the ghetto
in the bars there's happiness and laughter but its all done 
behind the smoke and mirrors

the snow in december is cold 
but so is the spring rain 
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain

alone into the darkness I heard her call my name
here comes that feeling again I'm wrapping my dreams 
around her and our love is healing' again
all my sins will be forgiven

then In the cold grey light of dawn a voice inside My head
says You can't lie to yourself anymore

the snow in december is cold 
but so is the spring rain 
do you ever wonder if heaven is filled with pain

~ D Donner ~

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Morningglory's picture

Oh, I can relate to this,

Oh, I can relate to this, Daniel. Always like to read your work even if I can't always comment.


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Joarge89's picture

Huge, huge fan of your work.

Huge, huge fan of your work.  I can see this being a song... Repetion is so impactful in poetry, and the repeated phrase you have in this piece is quite beautiful.  Thank you for sharing!


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Daniel-59's picture

Thank's  I'm glad someone

Thank's  I'm glad someone likes the crap rattling around in My head 


Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces