New Frost

I have left my winter woods.

I feel lost and confused-

The scars still tingling on my skin.

Now I’m in a new cold wood.

It doesn’t feel the same.

It is bright and cheerful,

But it does not feel like home.

I’m supposed to be here,

To be happy in a new frost.

I miss my winter woods.

I Will Follow You Into The Dark – Death Cab for Cutie

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