They might be Gods

*** wrote this on the fly while doing homework, but i like it, but it still might change.***



He stands so still
While the winter breaks the
Rest, he leans
Against a building
Inhales a black smoothly
He's seen it all
He's just as cold as the rest
Of us, but can't show it
His pride is my guess
He is built Ford tough
But rides like a Caddy
Lips part in a timeless exhale
He is just too much.
The wind doesn't dare blow his
Way.
I want to stand behind him
To be protected from the wind
From the world
I want to stand behind him and warm his cold back
Kiss his cold neck
Revive his cold heart.
If I I could only get close enough.
Men like him are so distant.
Always walls surrounding their hearts
Always pride in the way
Always excuses for why they can't say "I love you"
But they can show it.
In the way they look at you
Touch you, let you touch them
Protect you from the wind, from the world
If you ever get the chance to stand behind them.
Stay there.
Don't fight it, its as close to heaven as you'll get while your still alive.
Auras like ancient kings
Who were thought to be Gods
But there are no doubts when I stand behind him...
he may look like a man
But he could be a God.