It felt bitter cold out today,
As I viewed the snowflakes with dismay.
I noticed slush covering the streets,
O where was the glorious heat?
Although white symbolized pureness in life,
I believed it was a lie
So I stood atop a hill speechless,
Just barely trying to get by.
Coldness symbolized the bitter rivalry of seasons,
Competing with each other to satisfy us,
The numerous collisions because of you,
With endless complaints and fuss.
It is unfortunately an ice cold March,
Too depressing for my taste,
So I stood atop a hill far from glory,
Forever stuck in silly paste.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
It felt bitter cold out today,
As I viewed the snowflakes with dismay.
I noticed slush covering the streets,
O where was the glorious heat?
Although white symbolized pureness in life,
I believed it was a lie
So I stood atop a hill speechless,
Just barely trying to get by.
Coldness symbolized the bitter rivalry of seasons,
Competing with each other to satisfy us,
The numerous collisions because of you,
With endless complaints and fuss.
It is unfortunately an ice cold March,
Too depressing for my taste,
So I stood atop a hill far from glory,
Forever stuck in silly paste.