I

There was a time, when I was whole,
when warmth resided in my lungs.
Now bitter frost is all that's felt,
the wound of arrows in constant rain.

The arrow tip, that split in two,
pressed hard against my withered will.
In time it kept my skin apart,
from what I thought was always me.

II

Your eyes that flood in dancing turns,
like distant glow in night.
Withered beats of heart grow faint,
like friendships had in time.

I've always felt alone in life,
until I called you home.
The ice begins to melt on me,
to flood the only thing I need.