You deserve all the pretty words in the world
but when I try to write
my hand can't form the feelings
and when I try to speak
my tongue is dead in my mouth

I'd tell you with my eyes
but it's too dark to see
space and time stretch further,
and my heart freezes,
cold as the air outside

cold that you cannot feel

Rivers frozen in the heart
will not flow feelings to the page
I'll wait for spring,
the sun to rise,
again to see your face