Stormy, and Not a Cloud in the Sky

It matters not, how many times
a blatant falsehood is repeated
you can even tell it 'til your face turns blue;

it can never bring real comfort
in the long run, to any heart
because, of course; it never, ever will ring true.

On a cold day in october
'twas a truth I had to learn,
one so very stark, in it's own reality;

I couldn't help but let it "fester"
hurting the heart that is my own,
'twas relentless, and just wouldn't let me be.

The chilled, october air
simply couldn't have cared less,
seemingly deriving joy in the logic of the day;

but, I still tried to catch a snowflake
for to save it to my spring,
from a Storm intently moving on it's way.

And though, the brisk, cold, winter air
had turned my tears to ice,
the passion in my heart helped melt them down;

no one heard my private sorrow
from the Storm I called my own,
as she left my heart for good, without a sound.