WINTER

Snowflakes,
Aurora cried for summer's death.
The sun didn't come anymore.
All we had was the cold,
the frozen lakes,
the clouds,
and snowflakes.
At one time,
we watched stars shimmer,
in summer night skies.
We shared ripe peaches on river banks.
sweeter than sugar
were the orange, fuzzy peels
that sat wet and loose
hanging from your lips.
My tongue would tingle,
tingle at the feel of kissing it away.
We watched Helios carry
the sun across the Indian summer skies,
time passed us and our love right by,
and then it happened.
Warm breezes came no more,
hot summer nights became nothing but a memory,
and just like Phaeton's death,
our warm sun fell to our earth,
and set our trust,
our loyalty,
our lives,
our love,
on fire...
all that was left were the broken promises,
fake hellos,
shed tears,
unwritten love songs,
and us.
All we have as proof of the summer love we had,
are burnt photos,
unspoken words,
the cold,
the clouds,
and snowflakes.
All rotating, falling, and nipping
at the winter wonderland that became my heart.
lies gave us our painful winter,
and I hate that I love it so...