January to your December

Maybe we loved our birth months so much, 

That we transformed into it for each other, 

So close yet so far, 

I'm the January to your December.... 

You still sit on my eyelashes, 

Like the dawn drops of dew. 

You quench thirst on the lake that's new, 

While I've still reserved our time of the night just for you .... 

Do you regret when you think of me bare? 

Do you feel guilty or you're too cool to care? 

I still have the doors to my warm mansion open, 

But you choose to freeze in the world's storm fully aware.... 

Your mature flames of desire rose up so high, 

That my naive winds couldn't be more nigh, 

Our possible paradise has burnt by, 

Now wherever the winds may flow, 

They might carry us in the sky.... 

-Angel 🍁.