My Winter, My Own

Morning haze drifts across my window pane,
The city hums beneath the softest rain.
I pour some tea, the silence hums in tune,
Don’t need someone, this calm feels like a bloom.

Cold air wraps around, I breathe it in,
The sunlight fades but touches on my skin.
They say we all need someone’s hand to hold,
But I just need this peace — my heart’s not cold.


No one here beside me, still I’m warm inside,
I’ve learned to love the quiet where my heart can hide.
In the dark, I’m free, I’m not alone,
This winter’s mine, my very own.


’Cause I still love, love the winter glow,
Even when it’s freezing, I still feel whole.
Street lights blur like dreams I used to know,
I smile and walk — I’m fine on my own.
Yeah, this winter, it’s my own.


Coffee fades slow on my lips tonight,
Laughter echoes far, but that’s alright.
I don’t need much — just the quiet tone,
Of my heartbeat dancing when I’m alone.

Thick coat, same song on repeat again,
Old melodies wash over me like rain.
If love’s a touch from someone’s hand,
Then peace is knowing who I am.


Maybe someday, someone will appear,
Soft as the first snow falling here.
But not tonight — I’ll just stand still,
And let the wind say what it will.


’Cause I still love, love the winter glow,
Even when it’s freezing, I still feel whole.
I don’t need a hand to make me strong,
I’ve got myself — it’s where I belong.
Yeah, this winter’s mine — my own song.


The wind still whispers through my room,
The tea stays warm, the night resumes.
If loneliness is just a tune,
Then I’ll keep humming — just me, just true.