Thoughts

When the window is too far away to close

I take the cold on my face

As I walk around the place

The sky is looking down on me

And I count the stars

Their names I have forgotten

Too many

Too many

The moon is grim

I take my hand

And block it out

Though I know it's there.

When the liar is the one who knows

I become the ears to their truths

For I am the fireplace on the winter night

Still

There

Waiting for someone to look into my heart.

This is the story of the ice cold

Finding the key to the age old

Secrets of shining armour

Only to realise the mistake

amour

And when I finally close the window

The breeze stops

And although I am warm

I can feel the cold of loneliness.