The Cold

She said "goodbye" when the leaves were few

The trees are bare now

Skeletons of what they were before

All their pieces on the ground blown away

Never to be found

She said "goodbye" as the cold wind blew

My lips go dry and begin to blue

The warmth leaves me; I feel the chill

I feel numb; cold begins to fill

She said "goodbye" as the ice forms grew

Cold and sharp as they pierce through

Frost all around my open wound

My soul escapes never to be found