A/N: Think of a wintery scene while reading this.
The stream flows every so gently
Down the cracked face
What with all of the grief inside
It's not really out of place.
The bird sleeps through the winter
While breathing out warm air
The snowflakes quietly fall down
And get caught within the hair.
Every breath breathed out is mist
Burning and freezing inside the lungs
The burial ends with a kiss
A song still waiting to be sung
There it lays withing itself
Buried deeply in the snow
A lovely blanket, soft and white
So peaceful with the shuddering cold
A marr in the vast expanse
Determined to not be seen
But disappearing was too slow
Even though the cold was mean
Struggling to pull out the lump
Hoping it wouldn't die
Pulling the whole thing out
And all the time wondering, why?
Why hide its pretty face
Which should always be seen
Why try to kid yourself
And stay forever below the cream?
Has it been something said
Or something never done
Have you thought life was a game
And decided you couldn't have won?
Your lips were tinted blue
And you were very cold to the touch
Breathing not at all and such
Skin so pale and smooth
Covered in snow that did not melt
Remaining in an eternal sleep
With no heat that could be felt
A hollowness swept away
The warmth inside my heart
Clutched tightly to my chest
So together we may part
The streams freeze so quickly
Upon the petrified ice
Two beautiful sculptures, forever and ever
Such a hauntingly lovely sight.