Embarrassing to admit
This time of year
Your cold memories
Control my gift...
Iced over thoughts
Of all I have lost
Along slippery ways
Back in your
Coldest day's...
February you are my curse's
Each time around
Seem's to get a little bit worse
Somewhere between
Christmas and spring
I tend to write
Really dark themes
February?
Of all the months
In a single year
How did you trap
My weary heart here?