When summer nights wake you-
In a bitter cold panic, soaked in sweat;
Dreams now real nightmares,
Lies cling to you like a dying vine.
Thoughts carry you back-
Where nothing no longer exists;
Mistakes become your new forever,
Passions still lives, just no longer fueled by love...
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Terrible reality of love grown cold, yet passion survives. Good write.