there are these girls with flowing golden hair radiating against their vibrant auras on a sunset along the shore and those girls, with icicles in their stares who spoke sentences that leave you with a frostbite
there are summer girls and winter girls-
and she's more of a summer girl;
i can see why you fell for her, the sun and all the forest fires she's started in the folds of your paper heart, torches lighting up every time you hold her hand of course who can forget the orange glow the world around gets every time her lips are pressed against yours? she's the epitome of a perfect sky capturing all the gleam you've ever and never thought of
then comes the winter girl
a hundred and one warnings about her have been told number one: she's crystalline and soon you'll be nothing but jagged cracks number two:she's not as pure as snow is number three: you do not want to turn into a hypothermic misanthropy so run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run
yet somehow underneath the layers of her icy composure lie delicate snowflake structures- you get a glimpse of what's underneath the tip of the iceberg
and she proved the warnings wrong one at a time it's like you're ice skating for the first time, tripping, but she's there to catch you just in time she'll remind you of the giddiness of the snowball fights you had with your childhood friends all those decembers ago suddenly being with her feels as right as a warm cup of chocolate on the first snowfall and you dwell in her chilling comfort once the sun vanishes, taking away your summer girl
but in the end, you still choose to end up with your summer girl and the bronze sparkling moments leaving the wintergirl caught up in her blizzards in reckless abandon , existence crumbling
and i understand why for who would choose having no permanent residence over a fully furnished home?
but then i should have told you from the start,the secret: youβre not suppose to choose between those girls or even turn them into something but just a plain casualty because summer girls' flames will engulf your whole being until you're robbed of the capacity to blow out the candles you'll strike all the matches you can find just so the love will never turn lukewarm and you'll thaw the winter girl's frozen soul even if it numbs you to the core
these girls, they're powerful gypsies, personifications of destructive illustrious love