The snow fell in silence over the lake
Morose and frigid
As I stood waiting for your touch
My lips chapped
My thoughts scattered
Waiting
It seems like I’m always waiting for something
You
I spend too much time alone
Too much for my heart to like it
Too much for my weary soul
I’m starting to like it out here
Out on the edge
Starting not to give a fuck
Starting to see a different side
Maybe your only side for me
I think back to that time you couldn’t keep your hands off of me
Now I only feel the sting of the cold as you walk by me
Seemingly unaware how much pain my heart feels
How cold the water must be under the surface of the lake
How unaware we are of knowing so much
Understanding so little
