You make it so easy to channel emotion.
Things that I'd never dreamed that I could feel.
You make things flow through me sure as I was the still air facing a breeze.
Things so good it brought dreamy notions that my mind was far more creative than I'd given credit for.
Things so bad that I became just like you.
Just. Like. You.
Unbending. Unfeeling. Overly Caring. Deeper than reason. So far beyond words.
You render me incapable of speech.
You cause me to second-guess my every breath.
Because of you I fear for my sanity.
And still I remain submissive to your will.
Eternity does not seem to be lengthy enough to bridge the gap between us.
I wish that it were.
For you, I dare to wish.
I close my eyes and pray to a God I don't believe in.
One that I would believe in if it meant good things for you.
You render me ridiculous.
I'd will my life away to please you.
Sell my soul for your smile.
And still all I do is not enough.
Better to deal with the anger, the bitterness, than to be shut out entirely.
So easy it is to feel around a stone.
All that I am turns you cold.
And all of your cold runs to the marrow of my bones.
The frost of you chills me and burns me in turn.
Just like you I return the burn, mirror the chills, turn to stone.
Unlike you, my stone will move.
I bend with life and change for you.
My heart, though small, bleeds never ending.
You take all that I am in the palm of your hand.
Cradle me there, draw a line in the sand.
And we burn with ice forever.
