The rain brings back all the unresolved lovers
The joys I never had
The boys that I never told how I felt
How the cold brought the bad to worse to sad
The snow dances
The red cheeks
The black dresses
I know he wanted to kiss me
The warmth I felt in the heat
They were my fire
They were my Thanksgiving
Christmas is having an affair with nostalgia and honestly
I want to be left out of the drama
Or pulled into it completely
M.A.P
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