our thoughts are the ribbons
wrapped around the words like a bow
like a present of misgiving
that only the giving could bestow
it's hard to live with the living
when we die with what we know
it's the wit of the unwitting
it's the only gift we show

I hide my tears when I hear your name
But the pain in my heart is still the same
Although I smile and look care free
I miss you more than it may seem

I love the cold
It chills me to the bone
It makes me feel whole
In this world unknown