She was called Winter
because her hair was fair
and her eyes were always overcast.
Because her existence was as bare
as the leafless branches on the trees.
She was called Winter
because she despised the optimistic
and refused to believe
that a brighter future existed.
She was called Winter
because although she was beautiful,
her heart was cold
and the only ones who loved her
were the sad and the lonely.
Poem Series: People are like seasons