FRIGID

The window displays a pattern

Of glorious design,

Where frozen droplets

Progress to a halt.

Held their clinging

All my life I’ve sinned
It seems like a dead end
But you lift me with your love
And carry my spirit above
I’m

Time's Fulcrum.

Each breath is clinging to the window,

Fogging up the looking glass

Which, as we pass,

Steals a second

Botox is a hard

Habit to break

Each tiny injection

Poisens face skin 

Botox relaxes 

Deep

Time Forces

All I ever wanted was for you to care, as I cared for you.

But you threw it in my face every time I saw you.