The sun was slipping behind the mountains
Crushing frozen branches
As it was the only bit of nature left.
Birds could be heard in the distance,
As if winter had swallowed them whole…
Everything my eyes could see
a different shade of grey,but
Just as cold and dry the winter is
So cold is the love of my lover.
Failing tides
Snow falling
But none could be seen
beautiful.
Her heart is cold
And her love dry,
She tries to care…
A cold chill crosses my face
As she is starring into the darkness of my eyes,
Not scarred of the shadows,
But what my lay in them.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
The sun was slipping behind the mountains
Crushing frozen branches
As it was the only bit of nature left.
Birds could be heard in the distance,
As if winter had swallowed them whole…
Everything my eyes could see
a different shade of grey,but
Just as cold and dry the winter is
So cold is the love of my lover.
Failing tides
Snow falling
But none could be seen
beautiful.
Her heart is cold
And her love dry,
She tries to care…
A cold chill crosses my face
As she is starring into the darkness of my eyes,
Not scarred of the shadows,
But what my lay in them.
