I anticipated staying warm this winter
at all costs avoiding the unforgivable storm.
But the wintry mix forecast for the rest of this winter
I need to search for myself within "her".
Seemed like yesterday it was the fall, a simple drizzle;
"She" thanked god for possessing a friend such as cjizzle.
The Calm followed and we blissfully went about our lives.
Now we suffer at the hands of mother nature's sickness and cries.
As I look out into the rain/snow
The wind continues to grow stronger and violently blow.
I'm utterly blinded, lost on my desired path
I'm a discriminant subject to this winter's foreseen aftermath.
It is now February and I still am flirting with the blizzard
Our love faded and more nonexistent like a wizard
Her behavior has become fiercer
Hail the size of tennis balls, ground now a skating rink
She's played her cards and won the whole pot plus more
Gifts of affection, A nice coat of psuedoprotection
At the expense of my own health, now self diagnosed with love infection
In my hours of survival I question all that is oblivious:
Why must I suffer at the hands of "her"?
What happened to our lifetime story that turned into Aesop's fable?
Why is she so male-carnivorous?
Lastly what has become of her?
Storm has passed and now the last question's answer:
I've been longing for a love to fail as my emotion enhancer
A merciless blizzard gone
Emotion fallen like the twin towers.
I can only look forward to the "Summer Rain" and "April Showers".