Cold Front

Stone cold and ocean blue eyes
Staring at me. Like icicles replacing
The blood running through my veins.
I know we should be friends and allies,
But instead we are enemies, embracing
Each other with coldness like the pains
Felt during the winter storm. The doubts
In my mind that ask me if I am strong
Enough to survive this. Can you make it?
How am I going to navigate these routes?
Maybe this direction will take me the wrong
Way that will take me back to sea. Every bit
Of these directions are making me feel lost.
Who am I to say we should give it one more go?
Maybe I lost a friend or maybe I lost a lover.
Everything meant to completely defrost
Did not and complexion lost all of its color.
Maybe I lost myself or maybe I lost you.
All I know is that we are living on a cold
Front. There is no way to return to gold.