A vile chill has set in my bones.
I need your warmth
To chase it out.
I cannot offer you pearls of wisdom,
Just affection and growth
Because you need it.
After having had me for a few months
You'll discard me like trash,
Throwing out our love.
Your comforting smile and warm eyes,
I'll want to lock up in my
Jewelry box forever.
I'll want you, force you to not leave me,
But you'll fade into twilight,
All I'll have is angst.
Your face, I will see in the constellations,
Your eyes the color of cold,
Your glances, favorable,
Your smile, charming,
You're sweet,
Decent and,
Mine and
Gone.