'love' 'heartbreak' 'winter' 'metaphors'
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Sides a flutter, do note deprive,
All but the shutter, it is but alive.
No words to reveal,
Nor times to unshield.
Believe in only one's own,
Yet follow the severed sides that shiver endlessly,
Your hands, once so tender, Now touch my skin with the heat of burning coals. Scorching and radiating through out my bones. Everything has changed.Your heart chilled, hands ablaze.
It's so cold
I don't feel the taste of grandma's tea
And I don't know what's happening to me.
It's so cold
I don't feel the same way under my blanket
Even winter dreams have changed
