Lillies and Ghosts

Spring Breeze in December

She will walk outside,

Because she misses you.

She will gaze upon the heavy sky,

For what your kisses do.

They drive her insane,

Through winged hearts flew,

She was not in pain,

Merely trying to,

Sort out the feelings you gave her.

What was the reason,

For such a confession,

Is it the season?

Or the progression?

Of her loneliness.

She'd never felt so abstract,

She'd never felt so conflicted,

Her morals were under attack,

Her thoughts, restricted.

Oh, dear, it feels so wrong,

But you feel like home,

To a sad song,

And a pessimistic groan.

You feel safe to a girl,

Who is convinced she likes girls.

You, a boy with night on his head,

Are a blanket,

To a shivering girl,

Who is merely lonely.