My Favorite Season

Like a daisy from a far away island
So close and yet we were so far
But unlike the stories, I get to hold you
Forever in this moment in my arms
Wearing a masque of red for hearts not for sorrow
There's no need for death when you are here
Like a raven tapping right at my window
We'll remain in this nameless here
Forevermore

You're a catch to my rye
While my bottle might be empty
Pure beauty in my eyes
Making me feel heady
This was no mistake
I chose you for a reason
You're winter to spring
My favorite season.

You're the author of my favorite story
Not the monster or the one who made
Make me feel like you would write it just for me
Shine a light on me where there was shade
Given me the space, I'd make it for you now
Might not be the write that you are
With an endless stream of vocabulary
There's a million things to say but aren't enough
For yours

You're a catch to my rye
While my bottle might be empty
Pure beauty in my eyes
Making me feel heady
This was no mistake
I chose you for a reason
You're winter to spring
My favorite season



Credits
Writer(s): Dante Clavere
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