What do you do 
When a love so strong
Starts to take on a form of its own?
Do you let it run free
Like the wind through the trees
Or anchor it down to a home?
Will you tell them that I loved you?
Or neglect to speak the truth?
Give me the brush that you will use
To paint me the one uncouth

Though you drew yourself a tainted heart
Strokes of detail the world should see
I will hide those colors dyed too dark
Your work of art is safe with me
I can feel his whisper 
behind closed doors.
The harmonic undertones 
pass me by as I wrap 
myself in the smooth melody,
wishing to be the song he hums 
under his breath in 
the midst of darkness.
He held me like a chalice of gold
With two hands around me
I reminded him that, like the Fountain Of Youth
Many men fall weak in their search
For the eternal swim within my body of water
He smiled and tipped his head back slowly

With his lips pressed against me softly 
He reminded me that his search was over
Therefore no one will ever again
Taste how sweet my river can flow
You promised you could handle 
All those broken bits of me
Despite the fact, I knew damn well
I had already made you bleed
So, I can’t begin to blame you 
For failing to bring me peace
When you fought at first, to make it work
But would never be what I need
It was just hitting noon
When I thought about you 
Under waves of the afternoon heat

I could picture your stare
How we danced everywhere 
How your love always tasted so sweet .
But a cloud met the sun
And nostalgia won
As I stood in the shade all alone

Thinking “how could it be?”
Thought it’d always be me
To tell others that you were my home
“I can feel the heat of your heart,”
he said as he touched me with icy fingers.

I wonder though,  was he melting?

Or was I just left to freeze over?