Borderline Perfection Borderline Rejection (Editing)

Snowman

It's a moment I keep to myself,
like a snowglobe high on a shelf.

A moment, frozen in time.
But I can watch it again, any time.

I remember only the special parts.
The snowflakes that I hold close to my heart.

The lonely Snowman that stands in a bubble.
That boy, for him I'd get into trouble.

My Snowman that stands so, so cold.
Who believes his heart is made out of coal.

He thinks if he's brought by a person to cuddle.
He'd melt from the heat and turn into a puddle.

My snowglobe holds what's dear to me.
Which is my Snowman that brings me so much glee.

My Snowman and I live happily ever after.
Where we live in our snowglobe and exchange so much laughter.