The Falling Snow 

I am the sunshine and you, the falling snow. I will always be here tomorrow, but with you, we’ll never know.
You set the locks, there were no keys so will you ever ram into me?
Tonight I waited, next morning waned while you inflicted your icy pain.

I begged you listen, you shut me out and that’s when I remembered what you’re about.


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