I do not like The Cold. I do not like the way he touches me and Makes me feel empty inside. But The Cold brings snow. And the snow dances for me And kisses the ground underneath me. It covers all sound, Except for the wind as she sings her soft sad lonely cry. As the wind blows through my mind And the snow muffle my thoughts I feel at peace. But while the wind whispers in my ear And the snowflakes kiss my cheeks, I remember The Cold is trying to hold my hand. And I do not like The Cold. |