In Summer it was hot
Too hot to cuddle but the sunsets were breathtaking
We went to the beach and swam in our underwear
Stayed up all night smoking and listening to Mr Suicide Sheep.
In Autumn we would walk
Through leaves the colours of our everchanging hairstyles
Our gloved hands mingling, letting passers by know we are in love.
In Winter we kept warm to the sounds of Melancholy
Skin on skin, snotty noses rubbing
Laughing at our misfortune of finding the hot water bottle with our frozen feet.
In Spring we took sick days together
The colds couldn't stop us but the hay-fever sure will
We adopt baby mice and curse at the moody weather
We watch each other grow like the lambs and bloom like daffodils.
Spring is nearly over...
I hope our next season is even better than our last
And every season to come
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC
In Summer it was hot
Too hot to cuddle but the sunsets were breathtaking
We went to the beach and swam in our underwear
Stayed up all night smoking and listening to Mr Suicide Sheep.
In Autumn we would walk
Through leaves the colours of our everchanging hairstyles
Our gloved hands mingling, letting passers by know we are in love.
In Winter we kept warm to the sounds of Melancholy
Skin on skin, snotty noses rubbing
Laughing at our misfortune of finding the hot water bottle with our frozen feet.
In Spring we took sick days together
The colds couldn't stop us but the hay-fever sure will
We adopt baby mice and curse at the moody weather
We watch each other grow like the lambs and bloom like daffodils.
Spring is nearly over...
I hope our next season is even better than our last
And every season to come
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