Winter tried to kiss me yesterday,
And of course I ran away,
But winter’s a wanton season,
And it doesn’t care if you aren’t ready.
I turned around and looked at fall,
And realized that its leaves were all
I wanted in a season,
But winter still was smiling.
There’s a day this time of year
That always leaves me planted here
Lusting towards the day before
When everything was fine.
I get kissed upon this day,
With snow and cold and winds that say,
“Hello, we’re back to freeze you,
It’s winter, and we’re here to tease you.”
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