Cold and bitter, setting off all kinds of triggers, hearts cold inside just like the winter. Would you be my valentine…would you be mine or not, where your heart once stood, x marks the spot.
Shorter days, longer nights, having senseless fights, saying things to each other, whether it’s wrong or whether it’s right…feelings get hurt and now everyone’s tight.
As the grass grows green outside and everyone’s put away their pride, now comes the time for second chances, the birth of new romances, giving past issues…second glances.
Is it possible to let things grow or continue to watch people come and go…in all honesty, I just don’t know…most are able…to just go with the flow.