A layer of snow
The wet sands of a beach...

I love the heat but I don't want to get burned
I love the cold but don't want to freeze...

Whirling, twirling
Sweeping, stepping...

I am the missing puzzle piece
I am the absent child...

They will come and go,
leave their scars...

I wish I could hop in a spaceship
And get out of this god forsaken place...

Charming and exquisite
Wonderful and stunning...

If you wash the
Spray paint off...

We smile
We snarl...

The ax bites cold
As the cut gets deep...