Mar 19
Puddles are all that remain from the melted snow My fingers are blue, so cold without your hands to hold In the harsh winter, he kept me warm I only knew you in the frigid air, behind the privacy of snow, piled up in parking lots. We never made it to spring, sunshine and hope. You always talked about the future, you really had me tricked into thinking I’d be a part of yours. As the time shifts from 1:59am to 3:00am, You dump me on a phone call Spring forward… And I am empty again.
Spring Forward
