Snowflowers

 

My heart has now become the snowpiercer

stuck in an everlasting winter

on a track leading to nowhere.

 In this frost bitten winter,

 I am the snowflakes

 clinging to the windowsills,

 slowly melting

 Into everything and nothing.

 

 I am a multi-colored sky of blues and greys

a duochrome of anxiety and insecurities

worn on my sleeves, 

proudly, like jewelries.

  

I am the villian in a novel written by me

about me and.... him 

and the spaces between us

and how I couldn't fill them 

even if I tried.

I am a bud of snowflower,

fought its way through the thick snow

a rare occurrence in winter,

 a serendipity,

 a chance.

 I bloom until I ache when he calls my name

Yet I wither with the unsettling cold of his gaze

and I'm gone before the storm hits

I think I could dream on cold nights, yes

of warms hands and warm bodies

of warms lips and warm breaths

but I've been blooming flowers

in a dream that cannot come true

The snowpiercer doesn't stop

The snow melts away eventually

Blues and greys are sad colors

The villian doesn't get a happy ending

And flowers?....well

Flowers don't bloom in winter