The damp air is raw
Short white puffs of mist
Aching from effort, another gulp of frozen air is forced
Only a heart insist
It lingers cold and metallic in her mouth
fear
wounded by obvious infatuation
A lasting wonder to bear
whether she’s wanted, or been settled for.
building a house of cards
one wrong move, and they’ll never reach the top.
The words left unspoken, watching them like guards
Slowly tearing all apart
Protests of an undying love
The mist is crawling
slowly wrapping itself around them like a glove
odious, self crushing means
her breathing grows louder and slower
A desired effect