As the days get shorter and the cold more bitter,
I sit here and think of the summer thats been and gone.
I think of the days I was happiest, and the clear blue sky,
The feeling of happiness surrounding me everywhere I went.
Winter can be just as good as summer was,
Winter brings you closer to family.
Warm nights in, thinking of memories that made you laugh,
Making you remember you will always be loved.
I have the days that my thoughts can get the better of me,
The days where I feel dead on the inside yet still moving and breathing on the out.
They are the days Im deep in thought about my life,
How my life has changed for the good and for the worst.
Wrapping up warm to stop the cold, reminds me of my head stopping my heart,
My tips of my fingers going numb, reminds me of the first time we touched.
Realising I should of brought my gloves, reminds me of getting too attached, when I shouldnt.
Having my heartbroken is something that makes me treasure the ones who love me more,
The ones, who would never walk away, never leave, never give up and always love me.
The one responsible for my heartache, was living in the different season,
He lived in spring; he liked the start of something, something new.
Yet he dreaded the winter in me,
He dreaded me wrapping up warm, my finger tips going numb,
He dreaded me realising I should of brought my gloves.
