This brings me back,takes me on a journey in the deep recesses of my mindto a time I remember well.And although it tastes the same(like winter)like hot chocolate on a crisp, dark night,feels like the sharp wind whipping at my skin,I wear the scars it leaves differently now.Cold bitter frost gathers on my tonguebut I'm quick to melt them in my pyre.I had almost forgotten how you felt like ice to me(and yet somehow you alwa...