december

the crunch of the snow beneath my feet
the shimmering glisten of the unplowed street
the chill on my nose and the freezing air
the prickling, frigid wind in my hair
when december hits, the memories flow
they hit me like a crushing blow
i can feel your lips the last time we kissed
a year’s worth of what i have missed
the last night we spoke and the very last embrace
the last time i caused the smile on your face
the last time i helped you and made it all fine
the last time i felt as though you were mine

december

velvetcrush823

Joined May 2010

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