A Bloody Canvas Seasons
the sky sets a lighter shade of white this winter,
promising a snow that never did fall, one we never really
saw at all, the air slips into a tired winter chill that
wouldve seeped through our bones if we had been alone,
but we weren't walking alone, no the cold air forces me
to hold my breath but I wouldn't be breathing anyways, so
afraid to breathe, so afraid to speak, there's an aching
in my legs, i feel them going weak, but it's not the cold
or frozen skies, it's just that burning in your eyes,
that keeps me warm I can feel my hands growing numb, but
not before I've found someone who can melt the snow from
winters past, the words i spoke i spoke them fast, for
fear that winter wouldn't last, but I swear there'll be
snow on the ground, and sands on distant shores, and when
the weather seems right, i'll hold my hand in yours....
