It never was a cold love.
I dreamt of the snow falling as you pulled me closer
and hoped for New Year's intoxication
that would lead to a confession of adoring establishment.
We were fueled by fiery heat.
When days were longer than starry nights,
but we made the nights count.
A tangle of heat and freedom
rather than simple winter air.
We had always been confined to a timeline more distant and blurry
So how could I expect that vow to stay alive as the world around us freezes?
Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC
It never was a cold love.
I dreamt of the snow falling as you pulled me closer
and hoped for New Year's intoxication
that would lead to a confession of adoring establishment.
We were fueled by fiery heat.
When days were longer than starry nights,
but we made the nights count.
A tangle of heat and freedom
rather than simple winter air.
We had always been confined to a timeline more distant and blurry
So how could I expect that vow to stay alive as the world around us freezes?