It's cold, my skin pores react.
I trod to the window
My forehead against the glass pane
Flakes so white sift from above
Trees and roofs blanketed in its blinding glory.
Will it dissolve on my tongue?
******* reacting to its chilly caress
Visible through the thin material I'm clad in.
My breath fogs up the window
My finger moves on it, a heart shape emerges from the fog
Out there is he somewhere
Thinking of me in the cold
But I haven't no warmth to share him
Just letting the cold engulf me
Flakes of incessant floating
The snow that gets me curious and frozen,
Unlike the rain that makes me moan.