I wish I could deny the winter allogations. The frost flies so free how does the cold have so much power over me?

S.A.D seasonal affective disorder. Why do I change with the weather? My blood runs as cold as the temperature.

My temper crisp like the leaves on the floor, one step and it's over. They crushed you again.

My feelings soft like the snow that lays beneath my feet. Defeated and the snowflakes are no longer.