Your snowflake sense takes over
You still can't let go of this pullover
Winter, my dear, your coldness do not ceases
petrified each time that my glance moves towards you
Are you always this insensible, dear mine?
Or is it just to catch up my attention
as the flowers that aren't born on your lips
You will not flower your way into my heart again
Enviable guts you must have
to play summer while
frivolous voices consume you inside
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
Your snowflake sense takes over
You still can't let go of this pullover
Winter, my dear, your coldness do not ceases
petrified each time that my glance moves towards you
Are you always this insensible, dear mine?
Or is it just to catch up my attention
as the flowers that aren't born on your lips
You will not flower your way into my heart again
Enviable guts you must have
to play summer while
frivolous voices consume you inside
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