Star-Crossed
The grass is not greener without its' lover
Winter is the only season we can ever be together; it is heartbreakingly bitter.
You, my love, are pristine, pure, and paralyzing to the touch.
You set me aflame, the chills I have been seeking to ravage my soul. The longing never ceases, and I wait so very patiently for months.
Just for you, my dear.
My emerald blades of nature yearn for you every single day. You quench my thirst with your numbingly soft fingers. I drink up every ounce of the frostbite you gift me.
Oh, my dear, snow. Won't you stay longer, on top of me forever?
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Nupur Parikh
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