I breathed in red,
but let out blue,
the crowded room still empty.

Cold and bitter no matter what
while their nearby fires burn.

Isolated all the way,
until I reach the bottom,
because I know nothing more
than a world that’s full of sorrow.

And as your hands still reach for me
I’ll push and push you further,
until you see that I am barren,
that I’m just an outstretched winter.

And though your summer tries to warm me
I fly, I am a bird,
but fly away from your good weather,
and straight into the storm.

As the sunsets you turn away
like all the others have,
I feel regret inside my soul, but still emotions masked.