Below Zero
Bare branches and frosted limbs,
reflect how we both feel within,
it seems these days, our love is all but alive
Her smile is warm, but her shoulder's cold,
just as the sun still shines below zero,
and it seems these days our love is all just a lie
Words that escape our trembling chins,
cut as sharp and deep as winter winds,
and our quivering hearts can't quell the hate
When common ground is blanketed with snow,
it freezes seeds of love we've sown,
and it seems our frozen hearts are prone to break
And still our frostbitten fingers won't let go,
so the sun still shines below zero.
Copyright © Shane Thacker | Year Posted 2024
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