Weathering Love

The wind has grown much colder here today
chilled by all the hurtful things you never failed to say
and laced with bitter memories that just won't go away.
The sun has lost itself behind a cloud
hiding from the world all of the rays that make it proud
and your love was just as stifling, filled with broken vows.
The ground has grown so hard beneath my feet
losing all the comfort of the plushy grass and earthy heat
like you stole the spontaneity of love, and reduced it to a package nice and neat.

This weather takes the moisture from my skin

dry hands, dry lips, dry heart; nothing can get in.

the only trace of moisture is a tear- a salty, bitter end.

by:me