I can't part my icy red lips yet I only wish to speak to you
More so, to match them on your warm ones
My skin is frozen sickly white, as that of snow, and just as frostbitten; hence my longing for your always reassuring husk
My mind is encased in glass, pathetic and frail
Framed with a waterfall of flowing gold ringlets
So out of place for I'm a raging winter storm and my hair is that of a beaming summer's day
I see you through soul windows I'm trapped behind
But I'm afraid of the glass slivers that would erupt with any effort to reach you
I aim to be strong and fierce but it's not in my nature; I'm nearly a bystander of eyes with eternal glaze
All emotion remains merely internal for my exterior cannot express anything more in depth than a glassy solemn default
You see me as but a pretty face on a display rack, but up close there's cracks cascading my once perfect complexion
With such depth, the blackness of an unknown abyss makes my supposed fair shell more as charcoal than that of silvery ash
I've never been so broken in my lifeless life and it's all at your doing
And I know I'm but delicate and dense, Everyone keeps reminding me, for they speak of me as if my ears are frozen shut, or reassure me of my lonesome with pitiful glances
Of course, I know you're the one everyone wants and I'm but the pathetic glass girl you shattered
And I know you hurt me and all recall the event
I'm an embarrassment to myself most of all, if you'd believe I still had feeling; despite even my blush stained cheeks
But I'll always wish to run back to you, if my weighted limbs would give me an inch
It may seem I've moved on, like my cold hard stare has finally just gazed past you
But I assure you, you will forever be in my line of vision
And my apparent stationary heart will always be waiting on the day you come back for me
