The snowflakes tell a story
Of a girl and a boy...

Your lips linger on mine
your smell in the air...

If they only understood
how it is to be me...

How Inconsiderate of me
to hold one's heart yet...

Rejection;
it boils under your skin...

I desire your smell
your touch, your lips on mine...

It rushes to my brain
charging at me like...

I'm falling deeper
deeper in love...

I must quit this game cuz its to hard
I'm on the level and i cant win...

We ponder on how the most
simplest things can touch our heart...

Dead lifeless.
dead on her bed...

I get lost in the feeling
of hurt and want that...