Maybe it is numbing cold,
the weather there,
as you taste the snowflakes on your tongue
and picture us making angels on your porch
while still stealing the warmth from the breath
of one another.
Maybe it is not so white until December's wake
and when it rains, it pours.
Your car is probably stuck in the snow
when I was busy making a snowman
that I couldn't wait
to destroy with you:
we don't need anyone else.
I cannot wait to see
what winter is like in Utah.
Till then, I will just reminisce
of salt mountains
beside the oceans.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
Maybe it is numbing cold,
the weather there,
as you taste the snowflakes on your tongue
and picture us making angels on your porch
while still stealing the warmth from the breath
of one another.
Maybe it is not so white until December's wake
and when it rains, it pours.
Your car is probably stuck in the snow
when I was busy making a snowman
that I couldn't wait
to destroy with you:
we don't need anyone else.
I cannot wait to see
what winter is like in Utah.
Till then, I will just reminisce
of salt mountains
beside the oceans.
Wouldn't I love to know.
