The Cold

People say they are tired of being lonely, Days pass them by as out their eyes they try to see How and when something could be People complain about commitment, Yet when they finally truly feel alone They seem to change the tone Perfect coupling is never perfect Except when chained together with neither side letting go But such as the story supposed, The material world always convinces us Its not the end. Just wash it away like soap Until that too looses its luster And becomes another grave without hope No heart beating , just the stillness Like a cut rope Such are my thoughts.. during the times of my birth season; The cold