So Little 

The snow fell in silence over the lake

Morose and frigid 

As I stood waiting for your touch 

My lips chapped

My thoughts scattered 


It seems like I’m always waiting for something 


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