Seasonal Affective

The seasons, they hate me. Each passing spring just falls away
And autumn's warm pallor is only pigment in decay.

Have I ever seen the sun? Is my memory selective?
Will I ever see the sun? My love is seasonal affective.

The first sign of springtime wilts in my chest like rotten fruit.
But sweetheart, your lips part the way a Christmas rose must bloom.

Have I ever seen the sun? Is my memory selective?
Will I ever see the sun? My love is seasonal affective.

We drew an equator where our two hemispheres aligned.
The first frost came early to claim my summer valentine.

Have I ever seen the sun? Is my memory selective?
Will I ever see the sun? My love is seasonal affective.

Hey ho, the wind and the rain. The rain it raineth every day.



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary L. Foster
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