I'm outside
waiting
my nose is colder than an ice cube
My feet are getting numb
But I'm still waiting.

When will you get here
hopefully soon
Because in getting a runny nose
my body is terembling
My bones can feel the cold

My fingers have that warmth feeling
I keep them inside my pockets
But as I take them out to call you
the wind tries to push them back
I'm guessing the winds wants me not to call you
the parts of my body that are warm has to be my heart.

Its the only thing not harmed by the wind
But when will you get here
Can you hurry up
My heart is becoming cold
I'm getting more cold every minute

When will you get here?
I'm guessing never!