Frozen Hearted

The trees are covered with snow, as I sit underneath them writing my story Of the love that I lost, wishing she was underneath my arm as if I were the tree and she was me I’m wearing the jacket that she gave me just under a year ago Cherishing it I can still smell her scent on it, of Baby Peach shower gel I can’t help but feel a tear start to drop but instead freezes just below my right nostril, then drops to the ground as liquid Outside it is 93 degrees, but the trees are covered with snow, because without her warm love to cover me, my body will eventually freeze until my heart stops beating because lack of love brings it no reason to beat And my lungs shrivel, because I can’t breathe the same pure, loving air as she does And my legs don’t move because I have no need to walk unless walking to her And my fingertips fall off because she is not here to touch And I drop my pen….. The trees are covered with snow, outside is 93 degrees The love I lost brings no warm love, so I lay down and freeze