Wondering what I’ve been doing lately? Writing bad poetry, of course. I really wanted it to snow today.
You promised me wind and snow
and gave me sun.
You promised fire and passion
and gave a cold shoulder.
You promised love and future;
I have the blackest nights.
Without you,
promises are my only hope.
Blacke Cat Tales 
“I have the blackest nights” is like a cold spike in the heart…love that line.
Thanks, K! Your comments on my bad poetry means the world to me.