Winters
I’ve never seen snow,
but from what I know, u always sounded like my snow —
pretty, cold, unforgettable.
Every time someone says winter,
it’s your cold eyes, your long silky hair,
your fair skin that even snow couldn’t compare.
But now you’re gone…
and all that’s left is this chill in my chest,
like winter stayed behind when you didn’t.
I still think of you —
not like warmth,
but like a snowfall I never touched,
a beauty I lost
before I could hold it.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC
Winters
I’ve never seen snow,
but from what I know, u always sounded like my snow —
pretty, cold, unforgettable.
Every time someone says winter,
it’s your cold eyes, your long silky hair,
your fair skin that even snow couldn’t compare.
But now you’re gone…
and all that’s left is this chill in my chest,
like winter stayed behind when you didn’t.
I still think of you —
not like warmth,
but like a snowfall I never touched,
a beauty I lost
before I could hold it.