i was at the depths of july and the beginning of an endless summer

she said that she was winter and that frostbite had taken over her body, but after i saw her smile i didn't believe her

her smile was not cold and bitter, it was a huge white daisy in the middle of my brutal november

yes she was different, but she was far from the inescapable december.

sometimes she would give you a quick cold shiver, but never without sitting you down next to a bonfire after

she tricked herself into thinking that she was winter,
cold and lifeless,

but what she doesn't know is she is my summer filled with daises and brightness