Writing songs or poems before the cold actually gets here
I guess this is my way of coping when things get tough
You might ask me if I'd be willing to go through it all again
My answer is yes and winter for us will never really end
Graceful or graceless I'll keep trying to make a smile appear like magic on your face
Silly words or silly actions I'll trip over myself trying so hard but I know you'll pick me up
Late night adventures or jokes aside in quiet, this is where I want to be
I hope that the cold actually sticks around, that way you can steal my heat
There's so much I want to say but my tongue is tied and I'll whisper
Shy guy till the end, so I'll hope my written tries make sense despite my jumbled mind in wait
Not sure where my fate leads or what my future holds but to hell with it
I want to say in now forever, where I will find you each and every time
Gut feeling and sure of absolutely everything, you won't find me laying awake
Definitely choosing you over the rest time and time again
While I existed in existential crisis, you fell into my lap
Not some sort of sappy attempt to win your heart
But I want you to love me for me, not some sort of creation
Let this pledge be a promise in your heart, in your eyes:
I know this winter will end and I will see you on the other side
but I will keep you close to me to make sure, as winter becomes spring.
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