i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.
Your silence hurts me, it reduces me to a frantic mess. For so long you’ve embraced me, I’ve become a madman, obsessed. Right when I’ve bared all my vulnerabilities, you cease your caress—
Your silence hurts me, have I become someone you detest?
Each day I strive to make someone happy And feel very special, laugh and smile When this mission has been accomplished Then I can lay and enjoy my bed awhile peacefully sleeping like an angel, almost With the sweetest of dreams