xforestxwaitsx
04/15/05, 01:19 PM
Am I really this cold,
so frozen that I would turn my head?
Waiting for a hand to hold
and yet all heart’s desires are dead.
Remembering the days of Indian summers no more,
resting my head on your shoulder,
tell me no lies, I know what you’re waiting for
but the love story grows ever colder.
The wicked ice of a broken heart,
covering the features I remember,
the words you spoke tore me apart,
and I burned the pictures of December.
The wintry glaze that sent you away,
no longer does it shine,
I hoped and prayed that one day you’d change,
but it’s dull from the degradation of time.
Memories I expected to be a mantle,
changed in a single instant,
ice has become of water in the channel,
and at last you are something distant.
You stabbed me where you knew I was weak,
hurt me beyond comprehension,
why is it my hatred that you seek,
instead of my undivided attention?
so frozen that I would turn my head?
Waiting for a hand to hold
and yet all heart’s desires are dead.
Remembering the days of Indian summers no more,
resting my head on your shoulder,
tell me no lies, I know what you’re waiting for
but the love story grows ever colder.
The wicked ice of a broken heart,
covering the features I remember,
the words you spoke tore me apart,
and I burned the pictures of December.
The wintry glaze that sent you away,
no longer does it shine,
I hoped and prayed that one day you’d change,
but it’s dull from the degradation of time.
Memories I expected to be a mantle,
changed in a single instant,
ice has become of water in the channel,
and at last you are something distant.
You stabbed me where you knew I was weak,
hurt me beyond comprehension,
why is it my hatred that you seek,
instead of my undivided attention?