It's been really chilly lately,
as if the sun has ceased to give off heat.
If I were yours, it would be easy
to talk about holding you to share warmth.
And maybe it's worth noting that
my heart beats faster as I write this.
But as the leaves fall and flowers
begin to die off, I begin to
think I've been beat.
Because God knows she's
better than this bitter
autumn and girl.
So maybe it isn't worth mentioning
at all that your voice was the
highlight of my day.
In conclusion, all I've learned
in this frigid season is that my heart
warms too quickly to strangers.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
It's been really chilly lately,
as if the sun has ceased to give off heat.
If I were yours, it would be easy
to talk about holding you to share warmth.
And maybe it's worth noting that
my heart beats faster as I write this.
But as the leaves fall and flowers
begin to die off, I begin to
think I've been beat.
Because God knows she's
better than this bitter
autumn and girl.
So maybe it isn't worth mentioning
at all that your voice was the
highlight of my day.
In conclusion, all I've learned
in this frigid season is that my heart
warms too quickly to strangers.
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