I seem to prefer the cold As if to sooth my bruised heart So it freezes and no longer bleeds Frozen around and between the parts Because a cold heart is still whole Even if it can no longer feel When the warmth has been lost Losing its attraction to appeal Only a fool would fall in love Having the intention to steal This fool's gold of a heart away One that has been shut and sealed
How can you contain a storm Because I've tried all these years I've deprived myself of all things Just to keep my mind clear It seems like it's getting worse I can't help but be frozen with fear I just wanted to build a snowman But I have to miss it every year For once I want to let go Of these gloves, my mental chains If I suppress it, it only grows I don't want to hurt her again I'm afraid of keeping this coldness inside That it will stay and freeze my heart too Alone and afraid, trying to maintain this lie When was the last time I said anything true? I'm afraid of myself most of all How can I fit in this society? When I cannot be who I am Without remorse, rejection and anxiety I'm afraid the longer I'm away from her I'll lose my last bit of warmth That I will soon be cold-hearted Then I will never stop the storm
Others would think its sad A person that is a person like her, him or them Wants to make a person miserable You would of thought they had a good heart All of this will make your heart cold Instead of your heart being gold
I broke you I Shattered What was left of your cold heart. How?
Well I simply made you believe that you were amazing, astonishing, capable of love. Capable of being a lover when your parents failed to show you. I fooled you into thinking that I was flawless, it is a talent of mine. A depressed man I found you, one filled with joy I made you, and left you a broken man with a manipulated heart.
I snatched your heart and kept it in my hand. A slippery one it was because I struggled to hold it day by day. I put it in my pocket when my hands got nervous and sweaty. It was pounding and breaking my concentration throughout the day. Racing, one million beats a millisecond.
But with anything, humanity gets tired of holding on to nice things. So I did what any cold hearted soul would do, I dropped it. Wait no. It slipped. Hold on no let me recall that day. Oh that’s right; I threw it.
Down it went, pieces were scattered all over the road and I watched the rain come and wash the entirety of it down the nearest sewage drain.
I then watched you in tears, desperately trying to put them back together. Your tears creating a river that was washing the pieces down the drain. My dear shouldn’t you be able to do this quicker? You’ve done it once before.
In my life I have known love, loss, brokenness and betrayal. These things things are but a part of this lively vail. I accepted such things in hopes that I would prevail. Though I’ve continued wandering through the misty avenues of life..I found only torment hurt and strife. All the while I heard a voice near at hush say...”you’ll grow colder still.” I stood at many doors, yes doors to other hearts..I continued knocking, only to see them depart. So I stood in grief and began to lose my will...yet I heard the voice louder “you’ll grow colder still.” As more years passed and people become more vain and conceited, I to my solitude and grief retreated... With my heart and with my will..the voice shouts now in command...”you’ll grow colder still!” -John Marneslow
Letting them win, all those who hurt you, made you question yourself, and put you down isn't in the form of a wall. Put your defenses up, but remember to let it down from time to time for those who matter.
When their actions freeze your heart through, you turn as cold as they, when you can't be content, and happiness is all but a lie, then that is letting them win.
Our hands met Fire on ice My ice cube hands melting in your warmth Fire on Ice Our love burst into flames That became bigger as the flames burst My fingers intertwined with yours Gripping tighter Getting warmer and warmer My ice heart melting in your warmth Melting in your hands Fire on ice Your burst of hot flames My fingers wrapped around yours Like a spider I nested into you Never wanting to part But when we did I ached for you again Feeling icy Until my hand met yours Once again