Love is blood in the snow.
Contrast and color are all that it knows.

and i realized it wasn't love,
when i reached to touch your heart,
and you reached to touch my *******.

I can't even look at you anymore,
all I see is this stranger
that once
*meant everything to me.

I will write a story
and tell how wonderful this world is–
the story starts with you.

Winter whispers
outside my bedroom window
snowplows grumble

You claim you never wanted me to leave
Those actions make me find that hard to believe
be happy I'm gone
Although I'll never know what I did wrong
You promised me everything down to a ring
How is that special? She was promised the same thing
I don't understand why you want me to stay
The more you do and say pushes me further away
You just enjoy hurting me, maybe you're angry?
There's nothing I can do
Besides move on from you