Winter
time
The trees
In wintertime
Have Branches
They stretch for miles
They are twisted
Like someone's hands
Each one different
Covered in snow
Tiny limbs snap
The weak ones go first
Snow shakes
And falls to the earth
To create a blanket
I like winter
Because it matches how I feel inside
Cold, always freezing
Chilly, Isolated
Beautiful from afar
When you get up close
You realize its just an illusion
Just coldness
Just emptiness
Just a shell
Just a costume
Covered in white powder
Winter is my friend
Because friends I thought I had
Went away and left
So winter found me
The cold is like a blanket
It doesn't keep me warm
There is no warming
A heart that is so cold
There is no mending
A soul that is so damaged
You can brush the snow away
It is always there
That cold feeling
Even as winter dies
My eyes are like ice
And my skin is pale and cold
And my thoughts are as sharp
As ice sickles
And my dreams are as scattered
As snow flurries
They drift and dance
In the cold wind
Solitary creature
Beautiful, but dead inside
I can cut myself on my words
Because they are so sharp and deep
No one notices me bleeding
Invisible as I drift away
An echo in a cold breeze
I close my eyes
And fade through frozen trees
The trees
In wintertime
Have Branches
They stretch for miles
They are twisted
Like someone's hands
Each one different
Covered in snow
Tiny limbs snap
The weak ones go first
Snow shakes
And falls to the earth
To create a blanket
I like winter
Because it matches how I feel inside
Cold, always freezing
Chilly, Isolated
Beautiful from afar
When you get up close
You realize its just an illusion
Just coldness
Just emptiness
Just a shell
Just a costume
Covered in white powder
Winter is my friend
Because friends I thought I had
Went away and left
So winter found me
The cold is like a blanket
It doesn't keep me warm
There is no warming
A heart that is so cold
There is no mending
A soul that is so damaged
You can brush the snow away
It is always there
That cold feeling
Even as winter dies
My eyes are like ice
And my skin is pale and cold
And my thoughts are as sharp
As ice sickles
And my dreams are as scattered
As snow flurries
They drift and dance
In the cold wind
Solitary creature
Beautiful, but dead inside
I can cut myself on my words
Because they are so sharp and deep
No one notices me bleeding
Invisible as I drift away
An echo in a cold breeze
I close my eyes
And fade through frozen trees
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