I Hate the Cold by Wayne Breckenridge

I hate the Cold by Wayne Breckenridge

I hate the cold

It will freeze your lips til you're old

I hate the cold

Blizzards are completely blank canvases

Devoid of thought and feeling

When you shovel the snow it always comes back like the in-laws that won't leave

It always covers everything like skilled thieves

Blizzards freezes your tears like stalactites on the side of the house

Bitter like the Ex you left behind

Burr!

I hate the cold