My hands grew cold at his touch,
small kisses from him dotting my lips.
His arms wrapped around me, but I knew this was only temporary.
His whispers, like wind, soft, yet cold to my ears.
His love, piercing my heart, leaving its frosty marks.
He was a snowstorm, cold, sending shivers down my spine, but he would leave.
He would blow over and be gone as fast as he came.
Then, there would be a depressing aftermath left behind him.
I shouldn't be dancing in this snowstorm, because he is still yet another blizzard, while I am just a leaf, crumbling under its destruction.
