My heart may not be so cold
nor my eyes so crystal clear
as the glaciers, but I am bold
enough to tell you of my fear
That you might have been the fire
to set ablaze my stonecold heart.
And do not tell me of desire,
for you have only heard a part
of the tragedy within me.
Of the secret or so called lies.
It is not so easy to let you see
behind the ice within these eyes.
To let you in, though I want to,
proves more difficult than it seems.
If I desire to be with you
I must shatter anothers dreams.
This does not make you any less
worthy of my...
Snowflakes In My Hand
Like snowflakes melt within my hand,
you say my words they disappear.
But I have come to understand
your words they never fade my dear.
For heavy they way upon my shoulders
In my head they swirl around,
chained to my feet like heavy boulders
pulling me beneath the ground.