Winter

I've been broken for a while.
I leap, but I can't jump.
My blood is getting thinner,
and I'm developing a lump
inside my throat.
Where words begin to swell.
I choke another cough
and i hope that you can't tell.
The air is getting cooler
and our blood is getting colder.
I wish you couldn't see
the exhaust fumes from my motor,
the heat that fogs my window,and the monkey on my shoulder.

I've been broken for a while.
And I leap, but i can't jump.
So I stutter up another
and keep building up my lump.