Take off your winter tights and let me love you like I did this
time last year.
Our Christmas in bed was the only way we wanted it to be, empty whiskey bottles on the bedside table and you balancing the overflowing ashtray on my chest as we both watched the grey ash cascade down through my hair
The streets neon lights lit the room after the candles all melted
away and I could almost see the reflection of snow falling in your eyes. I called out every new shape the flakes made before they disappeared in the same way our love eventually would.
But we weren't to know this on our perfect Christmas Day together, quiet and cold we held each other tight and embraced the desolation.
time last year.
Our Christmas in bed was the only way we wanted it to be, empty whiskey bottles on the bedside table and you balancing the overflowing ashtray on my chest as we both watched the grey ash cascade down through my hair
The streets neon lights lit the room after the candles all melted
away and I could almost see the reflection of snow falling in your eyes. I called out every new shape the flakes made before they disappeared in the same way our love eventually would.
But we weren't to know this on our perfect Christmas Day together, quiet and cold we held each other tight and embraced the desolation.