White crystals flutter all around;
An enchanting thing we call snow...

I can't help but worry about you
I just pray that you make it through...

Well, I've tried to be kind
& didnt seem to mind...

Those things you said have caused me grief
those words so cruel, though short & brief...

Erase those harsh words said
They're sketched in nothing more than pencil...

The artist in me claws its way out in times of...
In times of pain & despair...

Heads up: i purposefully formated it this way to...
Echoes of endless jarring mournful chords start to...

Flaunting flaws
and vulnerability...

Love is the ink of the heart;
It's what makes the story start...

Her dress was stunning;
Facade quite cunning...

The spiraling darkness
is impossible to harness...

I've fallen and i know it
and i hate it...