Several feet below,
Layers and layers of white cold snow,
Lies my heart,
Beating and thumping faintly,
On the brink of giving up mostly,
A little alive but burdened heavily.
In the depths of winter,
When everything is cold and lifeless,
I have survived on and on,
For I managed to find beauty,
Even in the flakes, the melting purity,
The dead living and my heart that is crying,
Even when it was suffocating.
Several feet below,
Layers and layers of,
Freezing bitter ice,
Is where my heart lies,
Barely alive,
Waiting for a warm heart of thine,
To collide with mine.