Poetic Interlude #6

Cold thoughts for a very warm day.

In the Woods

There were times that I’d be walking

In the whispering woods at night,

And the snow was glomping softly off the trees.

The stars would glimmer and they’d shiver,

As my heart searched for respite,

And the cold would make me sniffle, drip, and sneeze.

 

I often went a-walking

When you wouldn’t hold me tight,

And I walked a monstrous awful lot indeed.

Often times I wondered,

And I cursed my loveless plight:

I thought of where my lonely life would lead.

 

It’s a common misconception,

When the future’s looking bright,

That smiles are all genuine and free.

But the frozen woods have taught me

When I walk alone at night

That the light that dazzles you?  It isn’t me.

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