The Coldest Winter
each day I look into your eyes
and a stranger meets my gaze
slowly I've come to realize
there's nothing in that hazel haze
not a single trace of love
nor the slightest sliver of passion
only the cold push and shove
of today's emotionless fashion
and the darkest storm cloud
settles heavily upon my heart
my grieving soul screams aloud
as the lightning of my love for you rips me apart
Copyright © Christy Stover | Year Posted 2016
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