Winter You were like Winter – seasonal and frigid, But something I was so fond of. You were beautiful the way frostbitten leaves were beautiful – A charming façade, yet no warmth. But I was hooked, I tell you, attached to this sin because of how right it felt at the wrong time. You come and you go. You came and you went. And whilst silence turned into Spring, I never liked flowers. Then walked in Summer, But I never loved the Sun. Autumn then knocked, But when I opened the door ‘Twas a cold gentle breeze that said hello. Winter stepped in and kissed my bones. Winter was you. You were Winter. And even though the temperature dropped – I was in love with the cold.
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