Wanderlust

Her eyes are as cold
as the December snow
but her arms are warm.

She's in for the season,
but give her a reason
and she'll be gone.

She's as free as the wind blows,
a falling star's best friend
as they shoot through the night until
their adventure ends.

She makes it a point not
to stay in the same spot
for very long.

And she'll steal the show,
but she won't stick around
after the lights come on.

Though many have held her,
she cannot be held in place.
She isn't afraid, no, she
just loves the thrill of the chase.

A collector of hearts and pins on a map,
she acts as her own compass.
Her only destination is anywhere else,
they call her sweet Wonderlust.

She's as fierce of a lover
as she is a runner,
but she'd never tell

that the path she has paved
are stones of remains
of her past self.

Her heart, it was shattered
by a broken soul, but then
she picked up all the pieces
and scattered them into the northern winds.

A collector of hearts and pins on a map,
she acts as her own compass.
Her only destination is anywhere else,
they call her sweet Wonderlust.

Oh, she doesn't want pity, she needs not your money,
but if ever you call her your own,
She's in for the season, so don't be defeated
for when the snow melts, she'll be gone.