Oct 2017
The cold mornings
Waken perseverance
Kiss a smile
On my numb face

There's a memory
Locked in that cold
Desperate and exciting
Hopeful and exposed

Maybe the cold will bring us closer
Maybe something can warm our bones
Maybe love's around the corner
Waiting for me before I get too old

There's foggy windows
And ice crystals
The shade of the lamp's glow
In the midnight snow

There's a taste of winter
On the frozen lisp
Of breath escaping
With a gentle mist

There's something noticed
In such neglect
The soul burns brighter
When hope is left

When it fades
And hope expires
The last caress
Of sleep is dire
Written by
DireSleep  30/M/Lehi
     Little Lyssie and Toriana
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