the seasons are fast like the cars that drive by my window. i hate winter and his grey hue.

i'll miss him when im sunburnt and peeling.

it's one of those days where your words are too overwhelming and my past creeps up on me.

it'll end before dinner tonight.

you're the silently negging weather. i am the days ahead of us. through your overcast, snow, and sludge, i'll find the sun, the breeze, and warmth.

these days will come quicker than we expect and your snow will melt while my flowers grow.

though, it's not quite summer yet. it's still cold every other-day.

the weather will continue to make me shake, but until the sun comes out, ill wear your jacket.