I can feel it deep in my bones,
the quivering soul of mine.
It isn't polar out here but winter was in my bones ever since–
An innate thing,
so bleak,
so cold,
so cruel to born like this.
I've felt summer, I've seen spring and I've tasted autumn like a solitary lover.
I've done it all, I've felt it all but
my blood still runs
so cold like the frozen
cerulean waters of an icy spring.
I've done it all,
I've seen it all,
but hoary winter has its way of claiming me as its own.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Late October Skies
PoetryI am looking for the kind of love that is worthy of me and my words. ☽☀☾ -You will lose yourself in nirvana on this very surface and then- i will teach you how to navigate the stars knowing that even if you lose me, you will find your way back. ...
