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creative, Depression, Life, Never quite this warm, nostalgia, poems, poetry, verse, winter, writing
Wanted to feel seasons
Count colours in the sky,
The winters of the past
Were never quite this warm.
Wanted you to hold me
Feel snow upon our lips,
Beneath an icy moon
Kept warm against the cold.
Wanted to taste the night
Fresh kisses on my tongue,
Clean sun against our backs
As hand in hand we were.
Long days without an end
Wasted time never lost,
Each moment perfect, new
Eyes coloured in the sky.
Curled safe within the sheets
With arms and legs entwined,
You never looked so good
As naked in the dark.
And walking through our dreams
With feet that never ran,
The soundtrack of our days
Played sweetly in our heads.
Wanted to feel seasons
Count colours in the sky,
The winters of the past
Were never quite this warm.
© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019