I was born from wet, winter leaves in rain soaked skin,
And I learnt from a young age not to let people in.
So hushed and quiet I choose to listen than speak,
For talkers say enough to talk into summer heat.
But I am the cold. I am the rain.
I was the voiceless listener with nothing to trade (except for written word)
So I will leave this earth to rot; in utter glory,
And when morning breaks through I will not tell our story
But leave the pages open and the books unread,
So that when you sleep next to me you have a place to rest your head.

I needed to feel love, yet love is untraceable.
And I feel so replaceable when you call me pretty; yet pity me for not coming after you.
But I do not chase; do not believe your heart is a race to the finish line,
For I can’t hide my feelings if you see them.
So I don’t show them but rather hope you see,
The person I am longing to be in winter state.
So cast me away, break the chains.
Reveal my body to the summer days where the sun will warm my skin. And my bed ridden lungs will breathe in air,
And it's only fair if I do the same for you.
So let me pull you from your bed, kiss your head,
And tell you I love you; If you promise to say it back.
So when moments lack sound, don’t fear.
For I can still hear your heart beating as if repeating our love.
And so my dear;
We shall close our eyes when the days get too dark, pull blankets over our Heads and never lie on the edge of the bed so we have an excuse to sleep Closer together and weather the worst as it comes.
And we will look like a piece of art; painted by a master.
Relentless; reluctant; a perfect disaster.