The days grow cold and so do I
And leaden clouds fill up the sky
And the hopes within me start to die
Dwelling sadly on your lightning eyes
You do not look at me.

Were your lips really on mine?
You asked for me to cross the line,
But is my passion really "fine"?
Perhaps your silence is a sign.
Did you ever look at me?

And as bleak winter stumbles in
I wonder if I live in sin
For waiting for "self" to begin
Until I can your focus win,
And feel your gaze on me.

Frozen, paused and deathly still,
I hold my breath enough to ****
Still here by silent force of will,
Nothing matters, all meaning distilled
Til you would look at me.