~bitter cold~
i feel the cold so bitter,
it cuts like knives in places i bared,
so much it had to give,
as much as i didnt want to receive.
it steals each breath i long to keep,
a thief so bold that digs deep,
and i am at loss,
of all my heat.
darling cold, please let me be,
i have a zillion things i see,
that i could do if you aint here,
with the heat you wont rob of me,
i see myself be the young,
jumping up and dancing too,
wearing nothing much at all,
just my skin, i am not ashamed to show.
may be you like the warmth i have,
too much now to let me go,
may be you want to be called warmth,
instead of the bitter cold.
well, if this is true,
and so are you,
i can offer you my warmth,
and you need not steal,
but darling cold, please make sure,
not to cut me,
in places i bared for you.