I said I love this weather, but now it's different
I have changed it, to wipe away the past,
They remind me of you, and the things we used to share
It aches my heart, remembering the warmth and the care,
Why repeat the past? Why not burn the memories, like autumn leaves in vain?
Make a bouquet of dead roses, and set them ablaze,
To find some warmth, some comfort in the winter haze,
I'm under my blanket, but my feet are freezing cold,
Why did I let you in ... the thoughts unfold.
Winter reminds me of you, of the rain that always fell,
It always rained when we talked,
Now I hate the rain, the snow, the winter's bitter chill,
Reminders of you,of the memories that I'd rather kill.
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