Let the only
memories of winter
lay buried with
the Swiss Miss
and the times
when you sat
swirling sweetness
with a spoon
with hopes of the
bitterness dissolving,
and try to pretend
that it caused all ice
to melt
memories of winter
lay buried with
the Swiss Miss
and the times
when you sat
swirling sweetness
with a spoon
with hopes of the
bitterness dissolving,
and try to pretend
that it caused all ice
to melt
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
SilentNinja
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