The thoughts of an ill girl
Oh winters breeze
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
So cruel and tricky you can be
Carols, snowball fights and laughing
The reality of late buses and illnesses
My voice may produce no sound
However, my fingers will not be silent
As they fight the aching
Oh winter breeze
Once so crisp and refreshing
Now so bitter and harsh
Why do you nip at my ears so
Close my throat
Deny my breath to dance in your winds
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
Alone for the festive period
I lay as I only heard silence
The blanket heavy on my body
It pins me to the mattress
Oh winter breeze
These coughing fits
I beg to see the end
One night's sleep is all I ask
Without the sudden wake
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
So cruel and tricky you can be
Carols, snowball fights and laughing
The reality of late buses and illnesses
My voice may produce no sound
However, my fingers will not be silent
As they fight the aching
Oh winter breeze
A time when spices fill the air
Once I longed for that time
Yet, now my smell has joined my taste
Both running for the hills together
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
So cruel and tricky you can be
Carols, snowball fights and laughing
The reality of late buses and illnesses
My voice may produce no sound
However, my fingers will not be silent
As they fight the aching
Oh winter breeze
Once so crisp and refreshing
Now so bitter and harsh
Why do you nip at my ears so
Close my throat
Deny my breath to dance in your winds
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
Alone for the festive period
I lay as I only heard silence
The blanket heavy on my body
It pins me to the mattress
Oh winter breeze
These coughing fits
I beg to see the end
One night's sleep is all I ask
Without the sudden wake
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
So cruel and tricky you can be
Carols, snowball fights and laughing
The reality of late buses and illnesses
My voice may produce no sound
However, my fingers will not be silent
As they fight the aching
Oh winter breeze
A time when spices fill the air
Once I longed for that time
Yet, now my smell has joined my taste
Both running for the hills together
Oh winter breeze
Here I lay from the other side
Your sons and daughters
Frostbite burning through my chest
Your magic is lost to me for another year
Oh winter breeze
May the next year give me memories
That last for the time of frost
The time of the whispers traveling on the wind
About the Creator
Nichole Riley
Hello,
Artist and writer in her 20s looking for a place to express myself in the art of word. I have Autism so apologise in advance is there is an unattended harsh tone.
"For every petal of the rose that opens a new secret is revealed."
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