The Cold

The Cold

This pain is seeping into my core,
at a leisurly pace; it pierces my heart
and all that's left is a hollow sound
needless to say; I'm Cold

The burning beneath my eyes,
I wish it gone, along with my spite
Unfortunate, it is, that it's a part of me now
it shall linger ever more for
no matter how hot it gets,
I will always feel this Cold

As children play and shriek with laughter,
I quietly look on, forlorn,
For what they have, that warmth, that joy,
It would never be mine for sure
I'm just so very Cold

An ache, a pain, whatever you call it,
be sure it's never yours
And if it is, there's but one cure,
Companionship, hugs and more.
It's too late for me,
I'm as Cold as Snow