Chapter Four: A Poem

November Blizzards

Tears don't come unless they're needed

Birds don't fly until they see that

The rush of day is coming, the sun rises above them

Stars fade away, from black to grey to gold

I wish I had something solid and old

To lean on

But I don't

I just have you

An empty future

Guess that's not quite true

Because deep down

You want what's best

It's just that the best thing for me

Unattainable, blessed relief

Needs to be found by me.

It needs to be found by me.

Rivers run dry if the sun beats down

Great ships crash, but not everyone drowns

Some lucky few get to make it, through foam and blood and hatred

To kisses and courage, to sleeping and hurrying away

I wish I had something warm to delay

The future

But I don't

I just have you

A frantic highway

Of lies and truth

I guess, deep down

You want what's right

It's just that the right things for me

Passion-filled nights of excitment by the sea

Need to be won by me.

They need to be won by me.

So kiss me sweetly

Hold me forever

There's so much better

I've always liked snowy weather

You make my weary head hurt

I'm about to break free of this curse

But I don't

Because of you

A new door opens

To springs that soothe

Maybe breaking

Is too dramatic

And drama has never been for me

I prefer November blizzards and coffee

And it's time to make me happy.

Time for me to make me happy.

And happiness

Happiness needs to be made by me.