Winter blues
Befit me like the coolest jewels
Never come in one or twos
Never are the lows I choose
Ah, winter blues
Sorry like the gems I lose
Tender is the heart you bruise
He lost more than just a muse
During winter blues
Never knowing who is who
Change the subject, change the views
Kill the need, scramble more clues
© Delia Ross. 2019
Beautifully written.
xoxo
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Thanks so much sweets!!
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❤️🌸💕💝
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