The Cold

The cold mountain air chaps my skin,
The wind is frigid upon my face.
My heart's too cold to let thee in,
And for none, is there a warm place.

I really don't like the cold.

My hands are frozen; I can't feel my fingertips,
Blood can't flow quickly through me.
I'm feeling numb and my heartbeat skips.
Not from the cold, but from thee.

I really don't like the cold.

I shiver most unpleasantly, although I feel no thing,
I am naked, and have no clothes to keep me warm.
When you promised me warmth, I knew you were bluffing,
Now I sit here trembling in the storm.

I really don't like the cold.

Suddenly, I feel warn inside!
My tremors completely stop.
I look up too see the landslide,
I didn't make it to the top.

I really don't like the cold