Winter Is Just...
 

Bleeding,
It's gone,
nothing short of grace,
not far from normal,
ahh..it's gone.
I like to keep
my sense of
security next
me. It comforts
me...but only
if I allow it to.
I fly with opiate
emotions along
chalkboard
clouds...but
sometimes
He erases
them.
Sometimes my
security gets
lost...and
sometimes I ditch
it.
My pride is too
swollen to
contain...but I
somehow manage
to keep it.
I just walk into
the rain to let
God know I'm
there...he knows,
but sometimes...
I don't.
I talk to the moon
in the middle of
the day because
I personally just
don't care too
much for its
sidekick.
The winter just
doesn't treat
me too kindly,
but thats OK...
I don't treat it
too kindly
either.