Jack Frost picks and prods at my skin,
His breath freezing the air,
Words ever chilling down to my bones,
"You're alone and I know it's not fair"
But these are the routes you have taken,
The ones less traveled and bare,
The roads I walk alone,
For sins I soundly dare,
My words drop like slush from my lips,
Falling to the ground with a thud,
These words I use to apologize,
Never blossomed but a bud,
Their colors never showed true,
Staying white as the frosty landscape,
It's colder here without you,
Just promise to be good
YOU ARE READING
Journal
PoetryThis is just a collaboration of poems that I wrote to get me through the day sometimes. Dealing with heartbreak tends to be deep and unforgiving but this was the only way I knew how
