They drift down with a slow and deliberate ease
alighting on the ground, covering it in white.
Each individual finds another, and together they freeze
becoming one, at peace with their final flight.

It's a physical pain.
They laughed at her feelings,
Letting other people read her love out loud
Before you lit it to a fire.
Hidden in the crowd laughing,
But stuck as a shadow because
She is speechless by your sight.
Tears of fire, tears of wrath
Sadness eternal, a lonely path.
She told herself things
She never spoke out.
But now they're exposed
They're a frostfall of doubt.

I cried last night
It's bad and deflating
But after the tears
My sorrow's abating

But after it happened
After I showed it
I felt one step closer
To sadness and permit

It's strange how the joy
Of sorrow can grow
When the coming gangrene
Of the mind can now show

I told myself things
I never spoke out
But now they're exposed
They're a frostfall of doubt.