She comes in cold,
Her hands icy,
She loves her chill,
Her frosty nature.
She believes,
She comes in good fortune,
She always does,
But does she?.
Some love her,
That presence thats so unforgetable,
Her unique embrace,
That keeps you cold.
A dread to others,
That struggle with what she is,
An icy death or doom,
That threats their peace.
Personaly,
I love her unique nature,
The way she falls,
Especially in the night.
Hands that touch you different,
Hands that want to fall in love,
With what you are,
But the cold is all thats felt.
Mrs Winter,
Come find me,
Even when your as cold as death,
I'll hold you anyway.
I love that you try,
The change you bring,
What you represent,
And especially how you do it.
By:Jn
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 1:33 PM UTC
She comes in cold,
Her hands icy,
She loves her chill,
Her frosty nature.
She believes,
She comes in good fortune,
She always does,
But does she?.
Some love her,
That presence thats so unforgetable,
Her unique embrace,
That keeps you cold.
A dread to others,
That struggle with what she is,
An icy death or doom,
That threats their peace.
Personaly,
I love her unique nature,
The way she falls,
Especially in the night.
Hands that touch you different,
Hands that want to fall in love,
With what you are,
But the cold is all thats felt.
Mrs Winter,
Come find me,
Even when your as cold as death,
I'll hold you anyway.
I love that you try,
The change you bring,
What you represent,
And especially how you do it.
By:Jn
So in love with the cold winter brings.
