my body is a map
lines and dashes leading to the treasure
that lies in my chest
not a chest of wood and brass, bolted together and sealed with a secret..
but more of an empty cavity where the ultimate gold is finding a heart
that beats with such fire and passion that even the roughest and toughest of outlaws
secretly hope they do not have to come across such a prize
for what do you do with love?

it's one of those nights where no amounts of
raw cookie dough or
ed sheeran or
fuzzy blankets
can block you from entering my mind

there's a song that plays for her
over and over
but each time
something changes;
a note is forgotten or
the rhythm is off by a beat or
it drops off and never finishes
she won't lose hope,
because one day
her song will be completed

blanket my sorrow under pretty white flakes
freeze the memories beneath cold waters
carry away my heartache on frosty winds
oh, dear snow,
fall until there's nothing left
swallow me whole
help me to forget
just a bit longer
maybe come spring time
I'll be just a little stronger.