In the darkness the quiet is complete
for only in the snow does the world find sleep.
With thoughts as heavy as the air is cold,
trapped in every single secret never told.

Yet, love is love is love is love
worth so much more for all I am guilty of.
My minds lost in this perfect snow white deep
and none of these thoughts will ever bring me sleep.

Its with the sorest of muscles and tiredest of eyes
that I lift to watch another infinite sunrise.
I don't know who I am, or where to go, or how to be.
But this is all becomes hushed whispers when you're next to me.

If there ever was a definition of you and me,
it would look something like a mix of confusion and clarity.
And when you leave I'm left with all of you I miss,
which can only be consoled with your perfect kiss.

You're a snow angel, quiet and pure.
Full of love and uncertainly sure.
I hate to melt you for just a taste of serenity
but I'm so helplessly lost in this complete concinnity.

Life is costly on the soul,
and can jade the mind.
The wrongs of the world are a shameless sort of currency.
With Hate being the dollar.
Lust being the quarter,
and Greed the dime.
I think Pain is the nickel,
and Sin is just a penny.
Common and accepted.
Small wonder some are rich.
Small wonder the meek inherit the world.
Everyone's got a coin in their pocket.
Some try and get rid of theirs once a week.
But we all get paid at some point.
Money is necessary, just like justification.
If only so we can get by.
Maybe it would be better were we all young, drooling, and naive.
Innocence was never something we were meant to keep.
Life is like a game of tallies.
In the end the one with the fewest scars is the winner.
In the end we're all keeping our own scores.
In the end its all just scars and small wonders.
In the end its all just one simple question.
Did you leave more scars,
or did make more small wonders?

There's change in the air.
I can see that you see it too.
Grasping at straws that aren't there.
Resolutions falling short of I love you.
Heads down, backs turned.
Watching every door we opened slam shut.
Listening to the music of us slowly burn.
Leaving only the pain of a heavy heart and twisted gut.
Going mad from all this pointless splitting.
The problems that never seemed important before now,
lately have become monstrous and unremitting.
My mind wanting things my heart won't allow.
Every breath you take laden with a heavy sigh,
born from both frustration and fear.
Of that single hollow word, goodbye,
and that we won't make it through the year.
I want to tell you I have all the answer's when I don't.
I want to tell you we'll make it, but then, maybe we won't.
I want to push you away and pull you in.
I want us to restart, to never ever end.
I want to laugh and love and live again.
Because it's you and only you, always has been.

There's a problem with putting off a problem.
Remember that when you put something out of sight,
but not quite out of mind...
Shelving it for later, top right in the very back.
More importantly no where near the front.
Then one day it gets to heavy, the shelf cracks and caves.
Now its right in your face, tugging at your heartstrings.
This is a flood that's been years in the making.
I've got too much straw and not enough back
to possibly keep it in the corner it's grown larger in.
The pressing questions weighing all the more after the process of time.
The kind of questions that cause late nights.
The kind that worry all your fingernails right off.
The kind that may never have an answer.
Least not one that provides any satisfaction.
Some holes can't be filled,
and some roles can't be replaced.
You were never there, why try now?
It's funny all the effects I never stopped once to consider.
Had to do without, grow up without.
Grow up alone.
Am I better for it?
Probably.
Can I ever forgive you?
Maybe.
Does it still hurt?
Forever.