The Boy Who Loved Winter

He sits there all day,

waiting for the sun to set,

and open a bottle of scotch,

while watching the snow fall.

 

His life is stuck in winter,

travelling around the world,

feeling the never ending cold,

which will freeze his heart.

 

He sits silently in new house,

dead leaves silently falling out,

looks at the moon in black clouds,

listening to dead cold winter winds.

 

His mind is like an icy chaos,

snow storm whispering mysteries,

of dead romance that hikes in snow,

the winds of painful dark valleys.

 

A thunder strikes his broken heart,

his soul trapped in a winter storm,

he is the boy who loves winter song,

a haunting sad melody by his lover.

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