I use to feel the snow fall,
The winter wind,
Like a kiss-
Only then did its’ meaning
Warm my cold broken hands,
For now,
When snow falls,
And those winds blow,
It’s your haunting prescence,
That wind now breaks my bones.
Crimson tears,
Are now what I cry.
For it feels-
The burning wind
Of your prescence-
That fills my tears,
With the blood,
That no longer-
Keeps me warm inside.
You now,
Only send me sorrow,
Sadness, and tears,
You’ve become a monster,
A ghost,
That haunts my fears.
It has never snowed as much,
As it started to now,
The one thing that happened,
When you were around.
March,
Isn’t the month of snow,
It never has been,
So what more a reason,
For it to make sense.
Crimson tears fill my eyes,
A reddish glaze,
Colors inside,
You knew the one thing-
That no one else knew,
The only fear I have,
And I told you.
You didn’t need to ask-
What it is I feared,
You knew what it was,
Now you made me fear you.
I gave you all the love,
A friend can give,
Because you need it,
To know how it is.
I gave it,
But you were blind,
Your vision,
Left it behind.
Crimson tears,
Stream down my cheeks,
A red line scars me,
You can see the streak.
I cry now,
Because you hurt me,
Like no one can,
And I fear you life,
Is in the wrong hands.

 
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