Winter

 

Trying to forget you,
And our love that grew.
While my memory so fresh.
The smell of you, your black dress.
With your hand, that summer rain
A clear invitation for my pain.

That golden moment, where I was blessed
This dark side, who could have guessed?
You’re that song, where I lost my line somewhere in the verse.
How I would kill myself for it to reverse
On a cold fucking phase you made me enter
This cold feeling, this must be winter.

 

Image credit  Elena Shumilova