Please don’t let me grow cold,
Like the frosty blue-clad sky,
When the snow becomes more bold,
And the air begins to dry.
Please don’t let me grow cold,
When the world turns snowcast,
And i yearn to be bestowed,
Something red in contrast.
Please don’t let me grow cold,
When I can’t avoid the wind,
Inside I tried, began to mold,
Outside I went, and grinned.
You didn’t let me grow cold,
When you warmed the earth in gold,
Fear released, chest light in ease,
My heart stopped fighting with the seas.
There you were, eyes light and right,
And all I needed was little bright,
Arm round’ my shoulder, by my side,
Mind no longer fighting the tide.
Finally free, warm and joyous,
Until my mood was no longer buoyant,
Ice slicing, winding unyielding and vicious,
No distraction, no form of enjoyment.
Ice freezing in my cold throat once more,
No sound escaping, a prison of thought,
Tear-ducts freezing over, a mind at war,
And no matter how hard I fought,
Refroze my weakly constructed backdoor,
Beating myself: I simply cannot.