The Cold Wars

See the wrecking crews go by
 Leave a broken piece of you outside.
 See the smokers out to breathe,
 Coughing secrets as you start to leave.
 See your words hang in the cold
 Clouds of chatter from inside your soul.
 Every story stained in glass
 Starts to shatter on your way to class.
 The cold is nice, when love is ice
 Our solitude will warm the room.
 We'll melt here like icicles,
 electric and lyrical
 Our solitude will warm the room
 So let's never leave the room.
 See the Blakeans on fire
 campus poetry or real desire?
 Elbows covered for the freeze,
 I feel it coming with your Western breeze.
 The cold is nice, when love is ice
 Our solitude will warm the room.
 We'll melt here like icicles,
 electric and lyrical
 Our solitude will warm the room
 So let's never leave the room.
 My lips still unused to you
 chaps all come on to you
 Tongue on the icy steel
 stuck like we used to feel.