
Light and fluffy, Just one memory. But then it comes again, And another pierces me. A snow storm of memories.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Drama - Words: 363 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-07-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2605439
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Author's Notes: As you might notice, it was snowing outside when I wrote this. Oooh joy!
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[Verse 1]
Falling down,
To the earth's frozen ground.
Light and fluffy,
Just one memory.
But then it comes again,
And another pierces me.
A snow storm of memories.
Like a thousand chords and keys,
To match with myself.
I'm having a snow storm of memories.
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[Chorus]
Snow removal is nowhere,
And it's starting to be a scare.
I cannot make a fort out of my memories,
Of you.
It's trapping me away from whatever.
It's turning ice cold.
It's so cold.
My memories are snowflakes,
One memory,
two memories,
A thousand snowflakes.
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[Verse 2]
Crawling forward,
Piecing like s sword,
On my window glass.
No more green grass.
It is all white with snow.
(with memories)
Up and up all of them grow.
(all my memories)
Like a thousand chords and keys,
To match with myself.
I'm having a now storm of memories.
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[Chorus]
Snow removal is nowhere,
And it's starting to be a scare.
I cannot make a fort out of my memories,
Of you.
It's trapping me away from whatever.
It's turning ice cold.
It's so cold.
My memories are snowflakes,
One memory,
two memories,
A thousand snowflakes.
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[Bridge]
One Memory,
Two memories.
They are not melting.
Lost memory,
A thousand memories.
Ice cold,
My hands are freezing.
It's like they are bleeding.
A thousand
Chords and keys.
A thousand
Snowy Memories.
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[Chorus]
Snow removal is nowhere,
And it's starting to be a scare.
I cannot make a fort out of my memories,
Of you.
It's trapping me away from whatever.
It's turning ice cold.
It's so cold.
My memories are snowflakes,
One memory,
two memories,
A thousand snowflakes.
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[Ending]
I pushed,
I crashed.
I froze so easily.
It's now a dying memory.
I slipped,
On the ice,
I tripped,
It was not nice.
So I will now let the memory
Burying me,
As I leave the memories,
I will no longer see any snow flurries.
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END NOTES: I hope you enjoyed it enough to review!
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