winter has once whispered passionate fire
stoked my souls very desire
winter's whispers now cut through my skin
sharpened as razored talon
winter once gazed on me with a grin
saw me from deep within
now all i feel winter's bold
unyielding stare so cold
winter once could make me laugh
even at my own gaffe
all winter's comments unflattery
remarks tear at the core of me
i Hear winter.....cold
is this to be my only season
will i not go to spring i have the reason
there is no need for debate
the cold consumes i have sealed my fate
contemplating the future bleak
streak running down my cheek
I have grown cold....
streak running up my cheek
contemplated future bleak
future sealed the cold consumed
broken debate no hope imbued
wouldn't run my icy prison
no such treason
i Hear winter.... cold
winter's soft words why won't they come
a token a feather lift my hearts drum
winter's once warm house full of sounds
lays quiet as toothless hounds
winter how your empty glare
frigid with chill shuddering me bare
winter's gaze once lifted my soul
now has imprisoned it surrounded by cold
my wounds left open and bleeding
longing for winter's words fleeting
can't recall
loves lost fire
I am too. . . .
cold
love this
I've yet to see a beeter use of winter in a poem, using it to describe ones self is genius
"Some people die at 25 but buried at 75" Benjamin Franklin
Thanks man
Thanks man