| the winter of our discontent... i miss this. i miss the edges of your smile @ me. you haven't smiled at me in a while. and i really haven't given you a reason to. and lately i don't have much to say to you. misplacing or replacing thoughts, and adjusting to the weather the best that i know how. putting on long coats and smiles. scarves and promises. forgetting about you for a while. (but i'm missing your memory, and wondering what you think of me) cause the winter is coming and seasons are only temporary. |