December letters build in slender feathers,
that paint gray clouds and rearrange the weather.
The winds shift over subtle whims of cold rains,
and we wait for a brisk breeze to bring a snowflake.

heeeeey jake, hows it going?
it's going great, such a perfect morning.
I know right? I can't wait for it to start snowing.

Trapped words wrapped under mittens and wool hats;
fingers and grasps, in the giggling twosome's duel laugh.
Love drifts along prolonged in the winds linger
as they share company in the seat of cold winters.

I'm really glad you came jake.

She speaks soft with her head lost on the street,
as her hand reaches for his; both palms meet.

... me too gaby, me too.

The two hearts take scenic trail through park east
with beauty tending, under the veil of new beginnings.

you've just, always been there for me ...
no matter what, you would always come.

Her head begins to rise as his eyes set in
on her forehead ... and she gently kisses his lips.
He opens his eyes quick to catch a drifting iris,
but she's already dropped her site to their tied wrists.

I-I've have always wanted to tell you how I feel gaby,
but I didn't think you could, you could ever want me.
don't be silly, you're perfect...

A subtle brush of crimson lit the winter crush;
they painted love across a faded touch, as ...
she began to lift her head, and started looking up.

I wish you really knew me.

Her eyes rip the curtains of precaution off and,
the summer bleeds across the screaming fox hand ...
caught in rusted bear traps the blackening seize
and twisted melodies tango in a screeching octave!

what's wrong jake?
... n-nothing nothing at all

As he reaches for a breath her head leaves his,
and they walk to the pace of his racing hearts beating;
the scene blurs then repeats and he wipes the blinding,
and tries to hide the look of horror he found under her eyelids ...
but before he can gather his composure her head lifts

I just wish you really knew me.

The bondage wraps slither from her pupils
like tentacles and smother the once beautiful.
Now she's handcuffed to the best posts moaning
while the tears run down her cheek bones in-
to her open garden as blood fills the old sink ...
she's cleaning her battered self in the fractured mirror,
beneath the calcium deposits and shattered flowers!

... gaby!
jake what's wrong!?

Their hands part as the sun rips the clouds apart,
and he replays the clips of drowning hearts-
on a broken record player under the sound of harm.

She drops to her knees and begins to weep,
as he looks to the sky with closed eyes and breathes.

I-I should never let you know me!

The tears spill across her crimson lap,
as he took her hand and lead her to the path ...
As the snowflakes rained from her soaking lashes,
he took her face and softly kissed those broken lips.

... I love you gaby.