Bitter romance, come to me. Be my saviour, let me be. Gentle kisses, hardened hugs, differ day by day like drugs. Soft, sweet hatred, loom you do, never have I forgotten you. The words we shared, the kisses, too. Pale as snow, pure as dew.
The lonely January was bright and blue, the way my heart shook hard for you. Triggers, reasons, and purposes who, so against my will, defined me at my highest chill. Thrilling, was our every sweep, daring yet would never keep.
The winter love was hot as fire, passionate, lustful, a mess of desire. So perfectly twisted, so absolute. Blameless, shameless the yearn to constitute.
Lonely days were lonely nights, frozen hearts were brought to life; hands to hold, fake diamond rings. When Arctic beauty and ember meets, the flame swears by what it sings.
Flowers are so beautiful, in their holy golden glow. I'll go pick them for my sweetheart, but little do they know. Open souls are pulled apart. The spring brings blooms of broken hearts. Though the fingers try to hold, they must submit and render tart.
Still, in through the summer too, the loveless, lifeless death can't be right.
Your eyes cold sight, your stare is ice, your winter lips kissed fatal frostbite
The light of spring and summer's sun melted out all that you'd done.
Return to me, sweet winter curse, before the winter's next spring burst.
I'll be waiting for your frostbite kiss and broken save
. Wait for me, my winter rave.
I'll be waiting from my frozen grave.
