flurries finding my heArt ;
tearing my sorrows apArt.
but you are the snowstorm, dear.
i love the snow // the ice // the cold. i love the white paper that coats green grass. and frigid air.
but you are the snowstorm, dear.
i love the fireplace set ablaze, hot cocoa keeping my hands warm. the blue windows fill my eyes with memories.
but you are the snowstorm, dear.
and you are one that i don't want, anymore. for
all you do is fill my days with remorse of autumn.
you are a snowstorm that i've never encountered before,
dear.
please stop flurrying in my mind. i don't want your cold weather any longer. please storm somewhere else.
anywhere but here.
