winter blues
I hold your love tightly in my closed fist,
cool breeze smells like cherry mist
in my tangled curls.
am i ever goin' to care again?
for how long am i goin' to dwell in disregard?
no defense in me to stay on guard.
i don't have any answers,and in that i find peace.
maybe let's watch cinema together!
or music can lead us to wellness too.
i might be upset missing you.
why can't we just always be here
till the end of time?
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