Oct 2016
I remember us rugging up by the fireplace
Holding sticky hands, not worrying about a car crash.
If you’re still here, I won’t complain about your stubble
You can stay by me and grow out your beard.
If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.
I remember I hated when you tickled me
Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes.
I shrieked when your chin was prickling my face
But I’d tolerate the itching again.
If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.
30th October 2016
Holding sticky hands, not worrying about a car crash.
If you’re still here, I won’t complain about your stubble
You can stay by me and grow out your beard.
If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.
I remember I hated when you tickled me
Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes.
I shrieked when your chin was prickling my face
But I’d tolerate the itching again.
If your face is soft enough you can be my winter bear
We can sleep in our own den for years.
Or we could freeze to death where no one can find us
But when the snow falls, I’m not letting you go.
30th October 2016
This piece was inspired by SayWeCanFly growing out his beard and I thought about the first line of this piece and decided to write about it. I’m so glad I did despite the idea of writing about it being a bit silly at first because I decided to add a sad note to the happy note of the chorus to create a bittersweet feel that is so characteristic of SayWeCanFly’s songs. I really made this into a mature and heartfelt masterpiece instead of a babyish piece.
(24/Non-binary/Australia)
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