Falling Love

Snow is a deceitful thing. 

It floats from sky so elegantly like an angle. 

The world appears to be new when it is here

It looks inviting and and safe

But once you touch it

It grip your heart, locking it in a forever frozen cage

You know someone has been tortured by the cold if you look in their eyes

All the fire has died

No matter how many layers you wear

It always creeps in 

Seeping to the hole on your chest

Until you feel nothing

You feel numb