Special
I loved,
what is now lost,
to get it back,
what is the cost?
But now I recall,
it was priceless,
and now it is,
something that's tasteless.
Can I get it,
back as it was,
of all the dryness,
what is the cause?
It was special,
it always will be,
special to no one,
no one but me.
Cold
We were there,
in the night,
in her eyes,
I saw the light.
Stars were there,
twinkling in the sky,
promised to live,
together we would die.
A fire was there,
to warm and heat,
but our love was cold,
and I tasted defeat.
