What would we do without something colder than our hearts
White snow blanketing the blackouts in our souls
Filling in the gaps of our imperfections
Three months of windchill that’s cold enough to kill what’s already dead inside
A time when people only look for warmth in the well of skin under all those clothes
Hoping it’s full rather than stretched thin
Wanting to wear a lover’s embrace like a personal heater
Melting an angel into the snow
LITTLE TALKS 
Colder than our hearts?
I do not believe
It will ever be
As cold as all that.
Sadly, you are quite right.
I love the imagery in this poem. You can really feel the chilling emotions through the metaphors. Keep writing! I have a literary review blog, so I love finding great writers on wordpress.
Thank you! I really appreciate it.
Heartwarming. ^_^