I'm allergic to winter

[danilane]

As I was putting on my many layers to WALK to my sister's school to pick her up i thought of a little poem:

Your touch is like poison,
It burns and drains the youth from my face,
As I breath you in
It stabs my throat like a poorly brewed draft

You think you're pure with white garb.
You hypnotize the naive,
but I see your true colors,
as you mix with the dirt beneath you.

I am so over you
I've seen how you kill
Put to sleep those in your path

With the thought of your embrace
I cling to sleep like a drug

But I can't I must not give in.
I can't let you win.