Why is there so much warmth touching cold nose tips in the frost of the morning;
Pressing foreheads together to share our secrets.
I beckoned you and the winter and we were both waiting for a spring that would never come.
Even if the storm outside raged you left snowflakes; strange, unique, & special.
So precious to want to touch and keep forever but too easy to melt.
We left it all in the cold; preserved and safe. We both walked away taking the warmth and melting with each step.
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 6:10 PM UTC
Why is there so much warmth touching cold nose tips in the frost of the morning;
Pressing foreheads together to share our secrets.
I beckoned you and the winter and we were both waiting for a spring that would never come.
Even if the storm outside raged you left snowflakes; strange, unique, & special.
So precious to want to touch and keep forever but too easy to melt.
We left it all in the cold; preserved and safe. We both walked away taking the warmth and melting with each step.
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