#38

“Wintertime”

It is getting cold outside.  Snow’s starting to fall.
I can hear the frozen wind coming down the hall.
I look outside.  I see snowman built pretty tall.
I go outside.  The cold, I cannot feel at all.

I am familiar with the cold that surrounds me.
I see everyone cold, but the cold I can’t see.
I get on the bus.  Lots of cold people I see.
I watch the snowflakes slowly cover up a tree.

I see the one that I love walk fast to her car.
I wonder where my brother and his best friend are.
I see, with the snow falling, you can’t see that far.
I wonder why people are as cold as they are.

While I’m warm on the bus, people are freezing cold.
The cold that I’ve felt for three years has gotten old.
Sitting on the bus, I cannot feel any cold.
People are shivering, while I am still and bold.

I get off at my bus stop.  It feels like summer.
This is going to be a very warm winter.
I get in my house.  It is the same temperature
as it is outside, but that’s in my mind for sure.

I cannot feel the cold weather that surrounds me.
It’s because of the tragedy that destroyed me.
Most people are not suffering from love like me.
My soul is so cold that winter doesn’t harm me.