After a big winter blizzard
There's always mountains of elegant snow
Sitting calmly for others to soak in its beauty
But there is icicles hanging from our windows
They drip tears full of such sadness
Nobody says how beautiful the ice is
In comparison to the snow
So they sit on top of houses and weep all day
And eventually they cry so much
They disappear
and nobody notices
In many ways I feel like an icicle
How long until I disappear
And will you even notice