The Cold

There is something within you that illuminates.

There is something within you that discriminates poets.

There is something within you that makes wonder wake up.

Theres something deep within you that makes me die a little every time we meet.

I despise the grayness of November

and I hate its quiet sobs

It makes time and life slow down,

yet everything this grip touches

dies with the coldness of its breath

I hate it when it gets dark so quickly,

the sun abandons us all.

Life becomes just a burden

when the forget-me-nots die.

I wonder if love will ever find me

I wonder if winter will ever be forever.

I wonder what it is like to be outside

Where everyone seems to be burning

with the flames of hell everyone rejoices.

I wonder if  your skin will be enough to protect me,

From turning into something nobody believes in.

I wonder if you ever think of me as much as i think of you,

You are no more than a forbidden love who is too far from reaching,

yet I can touch everyday

I hate it when it is too damn cold in November.

And everything seems to stop all of a sudden

everything in me dies everyday during the day.

And it hurts at night when the flames of despair

are able to thaw all this pain...

Where are you now…?

DA 2015