And every time I seem to be walking straight into a storm,
I am losing grip and becoming wet with all the water on my face.
My heart and patience are growing cold.
I light the fire that is romance with you,
But I seem to get it wrong all the time.
I cannot get it right.
I fear, not getting it right.
Don't break me,
For I am broken all too much.
All my pieces, frozen in attempts to light this fire.
Keep it burning,
But I,
I cannot walk the path that is fiery yet I long to burn alone.
The fire you started burnt out long ago.
For you, I have walked the long road,
I have swallowed all I can,
But my pride is going to be my downfall,
A failure I seem to want to welcome.
I am not hot,
The snow seems the only white I care for.
A storm is coming,
Like in the past,
I have faced it alone.
Risk it all again, should I?
An avalanche is the least of my worry,
The ice that is in place of my heart is spreading,
And like a disease,
It will melt all the warmth that is my soul.
Cold nights are now an island of peace,
Pieces I have learnt to pick up,
With bare hands numb from the cold.
I am a sad hue,
Like the frozen heart,
That sadly attempts to pump my cold blood.
