Snowflake Kisses At Smalltown Busstops

last summer's been way too short. i send my love on a bus to your town. windburned noses and winter coats, we would cuddle up in turtleneck sweaters. snowflakes fall, melt on the tip of your tongue. passed you my heart to take good care of it. chestnuts roasting on an open fire, my heart goes spring sprung when you put your lips to my ear. i bury your mittens in the new fallen snow and you would say that this would never end. i wish that you would die to know if you still drive my memory. i wish that you would die to know if i still ask your friends about you. how i wish that you were dead.