On the crisp of my neck,
By the beach
I left my scarf at home,
Leaving you open for
Interpreting my neck as you please.
I stuffed your hands
into my pockets,
And stowed myself
into your heart.
If it weren’t for the icy coast,
If it weren’t for a cold winter’s day,
Neither of us would be here.
---tried and true.
We were just a twinkle of chance.
Created: Nov 19, 2011Document Media