Craving the snow like a husky.
Pale and cold and melts on my touch--
I remember those ****** winters.
Through frostbites and numbness,
I would dearly hold it.

Each snowflake I touched made me shiver.
Each ball I made was perfect like a globe--
I saw the whole world in it.
And I never threw them; I kept them.
I never wanted to see you shattered nor dirtied.
Spikes ran through me when I saw you that way--
You should be pale and cold and melt on my touch...