A love letter is.
Somewhat better than.
Nothing in the cold weather.
We would go together.
To the park.
Where we watch the snow gather.
On the barks.
Of the trees.
And it all happened suddenly.
When you were in front of me.
The misery and company.
Are never too far.
From wondering off.
In the woods.
If you could.
Tell me when it stops.
The lack there of.
When you ask for bear hugs.
we’d pack for a month.
In the back of the trunk.
Of the car.
Taking photographs of all.
The valleys, the pastures.
The mountains, the laughter.
Echoing across while we watch the snow fall.
On the grassland.
And your memory remains.
In the words that you wrote.
It’ll never be the same.
I’m not really sure where it even came from.
Quoting all the lyrics from one of the same songs.
That we used to love to listen to, but on occasion.
We always found something that we liked from days on.
While the wind blows heavily..
Smile and your grin would grow to the melody.
Fire never kept us warm from the treachery.
Of cold and I know that we were never meant to be.
Old, grown up, and still holding hands..
Though I know you had planned.
For another life instead..
While the lakes freeze over..
i’m reading the words that keep getting older.
It’s nowhere close to what I imagined..
The last thing you said was the magic was dead.
It’s important – that you understand..
While the air’s getting colder, I become another man..
The anger of the earth.
Is engraved in the dirt.
And the stains on my shirt.
So strange how it works.
When the ice melts quickly.
And the day is only warmth..
And I say it’s still worth.
All the pain and the hurt.
In the letters that you wrote..
I am better on a note.
That depends on whether.
You could stay or you could go..
But I don’t give a shit.
About the hypocrites.
A little bit. Insinuating.
That your living in a different situation..
And everybody knew I could change..
I just never found the way to turn the right page..
Don’t like what I say? Won’t fight to make you stay..
But this is day when the seasons came late..
And the trees start to sway.
while the leaves begin to break.
I can feel the sun rays.
Though I know someday.
This will all go away.
a new dawn comes.
and you’re too far gone.
from where we met.
we said, this is awesome..
Don’t leave yet..
The view’s amazing when you change your perspective..
I know it sounds crazy when I’m saying all impressionist..
Words. I was waiting for the birth..
Regenerate and convert..
Defenestrate what I was worth..
It’s the rate that it occurs..
So blatant to observe..
Don’t play it if it burns..
The anger of the earth.. End"
Somewhat better than.
Nothing in the cold weather.
We would go together.
To the park.
Where we watch the snow gather.
On the barks.
Of the trees.
And it all happened suddenly.
When you were in front of me.
The misery and company.
Are never too far.
From wondering off.
In the woods.
If you could.
Tell me when it stops.
The lack there of.
When you ask for bear hugs.
we’d pack for a month.
In the back of the trunk.
Of the car.
Taking photographs of all.
The valleys, the pastures.
The mountains, the laughter.
Echoing across while we watch the snow fall.
On the grassland.
And your memory remains.
In the words that you wrote.
It’ll never be the same.
I’m not really sure where it even came from.
Quoting all the lyrics from one of the same songs.
That we used to love to listen to, but on occasion.
We always found something that we liked from days on.
While the wind blows heavily..
Smile and your grin would grow to the melody.
Fire never kept us warm from the treachery.
Of cold and I know that we were never meant to be.
Old, grown up, and still holding hands..
Though I know you had planned.
For another life instead..
While the lakes freeze over..
i’m reading the words that keep getting older.
It’s nowhere close to what I imagined..
The last thing you said was the magic was dead.
It’s important – that you understand..
While the air’s getting colder, I become another man..
The anger of the earth.
Is engraved in the dirt.
And the stains on my shirt.
So strange how it works.
When the ice melts quickly.
And the day is only warmth..
And I say it’s still worth.
All the pain and the hurt.
In the letters that you wrote..
I am better on a note.
That depends on whether.
You could stay or you could go..
But I don’t give a shit.
About the hypocrites.
A little bit. Insinuating.
That your living in a different situation..
And everybody knew I could change..
I just never found the way to turn the right page..
Don’t like what I say? Won’t fight to make you stay..
But this is day when the seasons came late..
And the trees start to sway.
while the leaves begin to break.
I can feel the sun rays.
Though I know someday.
This will all go away.
a new dawn comes.
and you’re too far gone.
from where we met.
we said, this is awesome..
Don’t leave yet..
The view’s amazing when you change your perspective..
I know it sounds crazy when I’m saying all impressionist..
Words. I was waiting for the birth..
Regenerate and convert..
Defenestrate what I was worth..
It’s the rate that it occurs..
So blatant to observe..
Don’t play it if it burns..
The anger of the earth.. End"
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