Winter Time
It's suppose to be the season to cuddle
They had it all figured out
Until their plans got muddled
He watched her from the window
She smiled sitting alone
In a seat so cold
Hearts frozen like ice
Planning out their deaths
Instead of snowball fights
And memorable nights
A smirk instead of a smile
An inch instead of a mile
The snowflakes melt like the love did
But it gets easy with practice
Snuck up, he didn't expect it
What's laying on the ground?
His head is
And as he bleeds on her lawn
She walks back into the house
She finishes her cocoa
Then she sneaks out
Never to return
Winter time, where love crashes
And burns
It's suppose to be the season to cuddle
They had it all figured out
Until their plans got muddled
He watched her from the window
She smiled sitting alone
In a seat so cold
Hearts frozen like ice
Planning out their deaths
Instead of snowball fights
And memorable nights
A smirk instead of a smile
An inch instead of a mile
The snowflakes melt like the love did
But it gets easy with practice
Snuck up, he didn't expect it
What's laying on the ground?
His head is
And as he bleeds on her lawn
She walks back into the house
She finishes her cocoa
Then she sneaks out
Never to return
Winter time, where love crashes
And burns
HI KIONIS!!! Reading your blog, as promised. :) 'Tis I, Alex, just so you know.
ReplyDeleteI liked your poem, it was very different. It started out like any other rhyming poem, and the story it told was very deep. The scene of blood on the lawn you painted was a nice twist! I like these poems that put a darker tint on winter.