12/37/14
Our love flourished in the winter
In a place where it never really got cold
Your eyes were always icicles
And your smell like winter wind
You come off as cold
But maybe as winter progresses toward spring
And life reveals itself from under its snow blanket
You heart too will awaken
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
12/37/14
Our love flourished in the winter
In a place where it never really got cold
Your eyes were always icicles
And your smell like winter wind
You come off as cold
But maybe as winter progresses toward spring
And life reveals itself from under its snow blanket
You heart too will awaken
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