Sing me a song, songbird,

so that it may just chase my blues away.

I’ve only had the chill of winter

to accent the melancholy nostalgia of a time

in which I felt love.


May the sun thaw the ice that holds

my heart captive, frozen in time.

Cold hands have reached into my cold, unfeeling chest,

giving harsh squeezes and threatening to pierce

the tender wall of my vitality.


Won’t someone save me?

Butno, no one knows of my plight, even if they did,

I doubt they’d give a damn.

So, I shall continue to await the songbird’s beloved presence,

as with him comes the sun.

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