Spring, summer, fall and winter, Rain, hot, change and December. Umbrella, swimsuit, coat and boots, Strolling, running, slipping, oops. The seasons of our lives, the changes they bring, Embrace every day, come what may.
I've grown tired of love poems, They are all dried up ink, Forgotten valentines, Stale ideas to think, Upon receiving your letter, I remembered the weather, Care package bouquets, and I hope you get betters,
Stars pulled from their suspends, I watched the night bleed onto me.
The moon is just as dangerous to your naked body, as it still is to my naked heart; a misfit artist perched softly in starlight, reeling in hearts with faulty chambers.
Two aortas and the taste of your neck.
Two empty bottles of red wine and the dark smothering something I was never taught could shine.
I've been an ice king for long time now, and, she is the only one to get me on my knees After million years conducted in frigid snow, my heart, with a single tear, she could freeze.