And now I know
While my face is buried in the snow
the clouds hung low
the wind kisses me above my eyebrow

The dew drops on my skin
Now I feel them running on my  tongue
While a tale of  metaphors begin
Feeding the roses that grew within my lung

Today the snow will melt
And my skin will find soil
My white clothes will feel the hot tears my eyes once felt
The clouds will wash me away and end my toil

my eyes have dried like a dying leaf
Night became a curtain while a sun burnt within
Or is it the firefly that you left on my sleeve?
While we vaporised and stained the plaster with the colours on our skin

I can see the sky dressing up in the mirror
Shades of purple combine with the sea
Lips crush, broken fingers and a glass of fancy liquor
Hearts beat faster trying to run free when the clocks reached three

dead, my soul flew away and through my fingers dripped lead
My heart once a burden let out veins now connected to the garden
I will  fuel her  breast with all I'm left
While my petals burn and feed you carbon