Another weekend in rose-tinted glass eyes....

the coldness caresses my body with it's every wisp of being
morning summits the beginning of the day as i open my eyes to a new day
i smile and think being lost in my sweet revelry
and i remember the sadness i'll have to face
make me smile again, if you please......
stay by me......
the scent of roses stream off as i turn away to stare into the night
i'd smile but somehow, maybe i should just keep still
the night gives me a gently bittersweet embrace
as i sit by my windowsill and wait
would this be the start, or the end of everything i've waited for?
take my hand, and we'll be off...