Chap Stick and Limes

[dquer]

The air is so cold that it tastes like wind chimes.
I don’t think you realize the effect of your eyes.
My heart beats so fast that my temperature climbs.

Without wind, I would think only in rhymes
Since longing’s not leaving after so many tries.
The air is so cold that it tastes like wind chimes.

I’m hoping that maybe the words my heart mimes
Will ring through in my face and break my disguise.
My heart beats so fast that my temperature climbs.

Maybe the winter sun should be arrested for crimes,
For driving me crazy from its place in the skies.
The air is so cold that it tastes like wind chimes.

At times when I see you I think “chap stick and limes,”
And those moments I could, would sensationalize.
My heart beats so fast that my temperature climbs.

At least winter numbs my skin. Sometimes,
After seeing you, the butterfly in my stomach flies.
The air is so cold that it tastes like wind chimes.
My heart beats so fast that my temperature climbs.

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