The Cold Wars

See the wrecking crews go by

Leave a broken piece of you outside.

See the smokers out to breathe,

Coughing secrets as you start to leave.



See your words hang in the cold

Clouds of chatter from inside your soul.

Every story stained in glass

Starts to shatter on your way to class.



The cold is nice, when love is ice

Our solitude will warm the room.

We'll melt here like icicles,

electric and lyrical

Our solitude will warm the room

So let's never leave the room.



See the Blakeans on fire

campus poetry or real desire?

Elbows covered for the freeze,

I feel it coming with your Western breeze.



The cold is nice, when love is ice

Our solitude will warm the room.

We'll melt here like icicles,

electric and lyrical

Our solitude will warm the room

So let's never leave the room.



My lips still unused to you

chaps all come on to you

Tongue on the icy steel

stuck like we used to feel.