Fourteen Awful Lines Of English Homework That Justify Why I Never Write Poetry. (but I still kind of liked the message.)

Reach out and touch the air
Feel his gentle breeze flirting with your hair
Let him rest his fingers on your face
Listen to him pass as he runs his race
And when you try and look in his eyes
He'll whisper he was never there

You know what you witnessed, you know it was real
So you write a description of all that you feel
You step outside of your cozy home
A little scared 'cause these feelings are so unknown
And when he carelessly whips it from your hands
Please, please don't be surprised

Your soul was so thirsty with no water in its grip
It wasn't asking for much, just some moisture on its lips
Don't cry, sweetheart, is what you'll be told
But it's hard when every gun goes off you were only supposed to hold
And when you're victim to his icy winter winds
Try to remember he's the last one to keep you warm

But the first to make you cold.
This I know.