Cold

Cold.
It's the only word that seems to fit your mold
But my heart is as young as your heart is bold
I beg to fly, I beg to go-
This land is old.
The shimmering dust, your ice-capped lust
That keeps its hold.
I can't contain the sheets of ice beneath my eyes
I love the chill but never wanted your black ice-
Vice-
It seems the word, the main component of your heart
With just enough of love to tear my own apart,
I’m letting go, this daily dance is getting old
Just let me, once, escape the onset of this cold.


Here-
The warmth of summer comes offering gowns of gold
With shadows skitting quickly, struggling towards the cold
Warmth-
Your being crumbles as the light comes dancing o’er
The questions hanging, asking what I’m still here for-
Then you come near, frostbite my ear
And whate’er I’m told
I’ll follow you back to your dark lands of…


Cold. 
The silver clouds, they whisper secrets untold.
My fingers frozen- melting? - in your hold
I feel the sleet, the silver snow
But I just want that gold. 
(I close my eyes, which you despise,
My dreams unfold),
But dreams can’t live while frozen in your ice-caked arms
No, nothing warm can live when trapped in winter’s charms
It harms
The warm, dark depths of me I try hardest to conceal
But the glacier of your body crushes my ideal
My feet can’t run, my sentence begun
I’ve been paroled.
This land of black (or is it white?) my prison hold.
Cold.

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