no one told me i was gonna feel as beautiful and rare as a snowflake. i never knew love was gonna look so beautiful from an iced window. that the slightest touch would diminish into the grass. no one told me my soul was gonna cradle itself in my own arms like a warm blanket on those cold winter days. my knees under my chin as they're kissed with my salt. no one told me the only fire i could use to keep me warm was the fire you'd use sear my chest with. an everlasting wound of giving trust like a beautifully and carefully wrapped gift that i'd kept safe in the home of my palms. no one told me about the thunder, the lightening. stopping the beat of my heart for just a second. no one told me i'd want it to last longer.
