Baby, it is cold outside
but I don’t want to go home.
Winter wasn’t made for memories
and moments weren't made to last.
Keeping Christmas-safe each city block
for I am almost done ageing.
a possibility made of glass,
a relationship never made to last.
Please, don’t let me down.
you once told me, to believe that
winter was a wonderland
but death would be a great adventure.
I find it hard to write;
these memories will never fade.