March is often the slowest month
Waiting for the snow to melt
Watching it turn into muddy puddles
Wishing for warmer days
You keep thinking about
Everything you’ll do once
The sun starts shining
And you can hang up your
Winter coats and shove them
In the back of your closet
But then the sun comes
And it’s to hot
You’re burning
You lay down and close your eyes
And nothing gets done
You open them back up
Hands wrapped around
The warm cozy feeling
Coming from the hot cocoa mug
And you realized you wasted your summer

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