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Cold Fire
In the dullest night of winter,
on this lonely christmas night,
watching the candle flicker,
with its light not shining bright.
Took out the pictures,
from that last christmas we had,
sitting here alone,
not feeling angry or mad.
Only disappointment,
that you left at this time,
all of these things around me,
now don't feel like mine.
That christmas tree we bought,
and decorated together not long ago,
leaving me here,
in the coldness of the snow.
The only thing I see is a burnt out fire,
from the harsh winds of the dawn,
nothing seems to matter anymore,
now that your gone.
No fire to keep me warm,
because the pain is too cold,
this wintery storm is horrid,
and impossible to be controlled.
Not daring to touch the fire,
already knowing its not warm,
never again will I trust him,
still sitting here with no one,
on a dark night,
of a miserable storm.