Cold love

The flowers slowly fall down from the trees like snowflakes on a cold winter morning.

And what a cold morning it was. Spider webs frosted over and lakes with chunks of ice.

Today was suppose to be a perfect day. With a perfect boyfriend.

A perfect day for going to the park for a little practice, but was it really a perfect day.

People say they love the sound of glass breaking or of ice breaking that satisfying clink.

It's not that pretty when your plunged into ice cold water not knowing where the top was and slowly suffocating.

Can you see the light also?