Burnt out lanterns swaying in the wind. Harsh Winter bares his glistening teeth biting at my exposed flesh tearing at my tattered layers. He whispers in my ear threatens my life with hunger thirst promising death in the end. Harsh Winter wears a mask of white, glittery fabric. He walks around impersonating instilling images of family friends love. Harsh Winter tempts you only to take your heart freeze it shatter it. Harsh Winter is not your friend.
The moon heard us, the stars watched. Every night every laugh every word. They'd call it summer love I want it back. The talks, smiles, kisses, nights.
I'm back, back to loving you again. I never really stopped. You've always had it all, my heart, my love, my life. My life isn't a life without you, without hearing your voice, your laugh, oh, how I love your laugh.