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Specks of black pepper tickle my throat
My body jolts
We could hardly cook let alone season food
Specks of black pepper make me laugh when I think of you

I can remember that Winter as if it was forever
It brings me back to you
Cabin fever, baby, we were fresh and new

Specks of black pepper tickle our throats,
we laugh as we choke

The dryness of cold weather
Warmth of the fire
Never found a better use of black pepper
No kisses for days
The "I love yous" fade
I know what to do, but I am in the denial phase

I need something to numb this pain
Help, my heart breaks
I still love you the same, yet you don't
I'm not okay

No kisses for days
The "I love yous" fade
I know what to do, that's what I say

Can't keep going on this way
So I'll soak up the ache for just one more day
But I'm in the denial phase
It's been an interesting couple of months.
In spring by Oddlyshapedpear

Not sure if it's the season, not sure if it's you or me, but I feel like there will be something between us when we meet late in spring.

Could be taking painting classes,
Could be walking on the beach,
Suddenly you'll catch me as I am swooped away by the breeze.

Here I am imagining what it's like to see the most outrageous thing, like falling in love in an instant, as if my life will be at ease.

In my mind it's like a rom-com feature, I am weak in the knees.
I take a second, maybe a mental picture wondering, "How is this happening to me?"

This love thing doesn't come easily, that I know, I was forced to grow.
But you complete me like a simple bow. Who would have known that this thing would quickly grow.

Eyes upon eyes, I think we are each others trophies that I will not deny.

Not sure if it will be the season,
Not sure if it will be you or me
But I do know our hearts will link in,
Your hair is brown, your eyes blue, maybe green.

Money will flow to me.
You'll see me as your center piece,
You can't take your eyes off me.
I will have everything I'll ever need,
I am short, thick , and lean.

Here I am imagining as I shiver in the winter.
The day will come up in a dream and then happen late in spring.

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