"tendersick" poems
It's these wintry nights
That hit me the hardest,
Frozen under blankets
With love at its farthest.
I sleep in the day,
Ignore the fact that
I'm wasting away
Any chance I had.
Even in summer heat,
Even in autumnal glow,
Even in spring sheets,
It's winter's willful woes.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 10:52 PM UTC