now hides under a belly of snow
and the summer I sought,
which once smelt so sweet,
now feels so cold.
Like in our dreams
we only have so much we can control,
and though its been only some years
it feels so long ago.
Will this springs air smell as sweet
as the ones we used to know?
I can't count on your frozen fingers anymore
to hold my hands
which held your face.
all I wanted to be
was a warm hearted man
who tucked you in
and sung you to sleep
before your heart was heavy
when it was just little, light, and sweet
like the curls on your head
or the green and blue socks on your feet.
I dont have those skills anymore, i dont think
to sing you a song that makes your heart weak.
