A thousand days ago

I was just fine with cold weathers

Lonely nights

Scream of silence

And sounds of tears dropping. 

Nothing seemed new

until there came a new YOU. 

Coldness was starting to warm up

Nights were getting pretty interesting

Silence doesn't scream anymore

And tears stopped from falling. 

Everything was fresh and new.

So overwhelming

Yet terrifying. 

And just like everything else

All that's new, gets old. 

Now even if weather is warm, I feel cold.

Even if nights are fun, I feel blue.

Even if it's loud, I hear silence.

And even eyes are close, tears kept falling.