I guess it became <br />our winter. <br />Passion born to us <br />in a foggy-windowed Ford. <br />All those promises... <br />did he say 'softest lips'? <br />I swear I'd heard <br />'forever'. <br />Kiss, <br />but feel no more. <br />while candles and roses <br />find my mind <br />your hands find my zipper. <br />I wouldn't see that look again <br />until cruel words became fire <br />in that winter. <br />And that wind took our love <br />with the snowflakes. <br />As the door closed to your heart. <br />Whisper; <br />I'll imagine it's a love profession <br />through those dirty words you say. <br />No, I'll go. <br />Button your shirt, it's <br />still snowing. <br />Maybe it's my fault <br />expecting your concern. <br />Touch my hand <br />and take it from yours <br />to that toy all you silly boys have. <br />Do you realize our dilemma? <br />Sex becomes your love greeted by charm. <br />And I stand in the midst <br />with false hopes for your heart. <br />But just another taste <br />of those lips. <br />I won't taste reality's bitterness. <br />With those warm muscles <br />I'd always feel safe. <br />Please say you love me. <br />Don't clip my wings just this soon <br />I'll break my own heart. <br />End our winter.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-winter/
