In a world of Hate and Toil,
Only one thing is true...

You and I,
we've been sitting her, in this silence...

Such a beautiful dress,
Such a beautiful scene...

Such a beautiful dress,
Such a beautiful scene...

Wondering why you left so suddenly
Opening up the new pains now...

You Look so cute,
out here in the snow...

I watched as she departed from the room,
thinking I would see her again...

Balancing on something called hope
I can almost see the light ahead...

You spin me in your arms
until we both feel sick...

You have a way to get me to love you
I haven't quite figured it out...

Remember in the 6th grade?
When you and I first met...

I'm not quite sure what just happened,
Moments before I started this poem...