Sense and Seasons

you tasted like sunshine
like pennies on the tongue
and regrets

you smelled like campfires
and pencil shavings
and I fell for your boyish, bookish charm

you felt like powdered snow
slipping through my fingers
snowflakes melting into oblivion
because I didn't know how to

my friends said you sounded like
bad news
and I bruise far too easily

but all I saw was your tousled hair
and your sideways grin
kindred spirit
beautiful soul

my heart sprang into your hands
where it withered in your winter hands
you were my summertime sadness
leaving me with the taste of blood
and falling still

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