Sometimes the cold breeze sends a shiver down my spine
It lifts my stained veil just enough to sneak a glimpse
An image so clear, like water from the spring.
I see myself smiling
My emotions bright pinks and yellows bubbling from inside
My surroundings are a blur, but I am where I am supposed to be.
That can't be...
That's not me...
Sometimes the feelings lingers
But quickly as it comes, so it quickly fades
The cold breeze subsides
And the stained veil settles over me
Wrapping me in a uncomfortable warmth
