It’s time to eat ice cream
In the middle of Fall.
Crying and lying
And loving it all.
It’s time to snuggle
Underneath the sheets.
Twisting and turning
And curled up cold feet.
I love you this season
And all of the rest.
If only, oh if only
You weren’t dead.
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PoetryAlways random. Always true. {Copyright © 2014 _eternalsunshine}