(no subject)
Many months I've been torn open to be then torn apart
I cuddled up to frozen marble looking for affection
I pleaded with liquid heartache to grant me little love
When after trial and error the wet filled up my lungs
I could breath no more
and had no choice but to let go
I started changing in the drowning
and my death it set me free
I awoke on top of snowy mountains
the fresh wind upon my face
I know now to make choices
to mend, to heal and not to break
And while the sun was shining
and I felt so content
I heard a silent laughter
and felt you take my hand
I offer you my cups of tea
No more I find them cold and stale
I'm grateful for your presence
on my lonesome mountain top
I'm sure I'll remain contented
when you again walk onward
But my heart a wee bit lighter
And a hint of something in my smile