The reason I wrote this poem is actually really weird. I had this dream, a few months ago, that I was on my bed and was furiously writing a poem in a notebook. When I woke up, I remembered nothing of what I had written. A few nights later, I was reading the poem out-loud to someone and the only line I had remembered was "and her eyes, her blue eyes as cold as the winter weather." The next night my dream was that I had friends over and one of them grabbed a notebook from my desk and began to read it, once again I only remembered that one line.

So I told a couple friends and family members about the dream and my Aunt suggested I try writing the line down and seeing what happens. A few weeks later, after having had no more dreams about it, I grabbed my notebook, plopped down on my bed and wrote down what I remembered and suddenly, I was writing a complete poem, without over thinking it. Within five to ten minutes, I was finished and I read over it, feeling like the lines had a strange familiarity to them.