I wear short shorts

Just nine inches it is so

Of this wintery heartache snow

Pain of heart just seems to grow

Cold that's will is like to stone

Whisper through this brittle bone

Screams to me thou art alone.

Lies of warmth within by bed

Fancy flows within this head

Seeing stain of heart just bled

Now at last with morn arrived

One more nite alone survived

Off to sleep where hearts revived