the skies turned grey again today
winter's back
and my body aches in my old age.
whirlpools of snow, thrown against the house's walls
as frost attacks the warmth inside,
as i lie to my mind that i'm fine,
wronged by the whims of
Saturn's swirl around the Sun.
YOU ARE READING
Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
