A cold wind rushes in,
a cool breeze whooshes out,
a meaningfully kiss really isn't ever
felt.
a tickling spray,
a soft touch,
in your arms there is no embracing
hug.
a shallow look,
the same from them all,
nothing that will pick me up after a
fall.
your eyes hold no words,
no passion,
no desire or want,
so where can i turn to when thine
enemy is on the hunt?
the shadows hold no secrets,
it's your heart beat breathing time.
and when even a minister will run
scared from the devil's fire,
then where should i try?
where shall i fly?
home to an empty house
a corner without your warmth,
or perhaps alone to your empty
heart?
my love must have no worth.
no trust.
thine eyes must hold no lust?
i know that your not used to it,
don't think you know what I'll say,
because the truth is your really
just looking away.
for if you could see me,
you'd hold nothing back,
there'd be no means to.
Try that.
a cold wind rushes in,
a cool breeze whooshes out,
