We used to masquerade down icy streets And let our hair get stuck in our hats Frozen puddles would whisper And coax us to the water which crunched underneath our boots with every step that we’d take. Blizzards weighed down your pockets And I’d braid the cold into your hair It glittered. I would stitch frost into your skin And turn your tears into icicles Because you said that I was cold, like the winter But I always knew you secretly preferred the summer anyway