"Heartbroken and Lonely"

"A Cold Day"

Cold,

To be cold is to be bold.

For who among us braves the cold?

Who among us has a cold soul?

It is pure agony,

To be so low.

As low as dead crows. 

As low as the coldest of snow,

To keep ourselves and never show,

To earn the right to be stowed,

Away.

To never see the light,

Of another day.

Our coldness keeps us from display.

Keeps us from life's rotten play.

And in a way,

It keeps us safe.

For taking chances blurs the gray.

Keeps our future in the way.

So warm we all begin to stray,

Inside.

For inside is where we hide,

Where we all realize our stride.

And don't have to abide,

To another's cold, dead hyde.

And always on our own side.

Never have to be lied,

To.

But always thinking of me and you,

Brings about an entire slew,

Of problems to my mental stew.

Wondering why we never flew,

How it was we never grew.

Bitterness just chews and chews.

Like I never knew that we were true.

Or why all my bridges burnt and blew,

Away.

So cold on this cold day.

So true, I can't even say.

But then again,

I may.

I just may.