Tears slip down
Soft lips
Icicles melting further away
Further away
I'm counting
On my fingertips, and you
You
You watch me with wide eyes
As I sing my song
And I cry
I cry
I cry because it hurts me
Like no pain has reached me
I fall and I surrender
Because I cannot stand to see her
That face
Oh, it bothers me so
Icicles melt
They melt further away
Turn into fire
Turn into pain
I count on my fingertips
As my mind slips
As my tears drip
As I hold my breath
And I feel.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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