• Iam the darkness in her eyes
    the coldness upon her thighs
    She sees me as the warmth of day
    But Im the one she cannot fell
    and will leave her in dismay.

    Iam a bitter thing
    and the last she shall see
    But she doesnt believe it when I say
    and continues to return and take the punishment

    Why cant she see she deserves much better
    Why cant she just runaway and never com back?
    Why?

    I reach down and touch her face
    She feels the bitter cold of my hands and moves into them
    I then whisper in her ear "Why can you love something cold and bitter?"

    She then looks up and smiles
    "Because I love you and feel the warmth thats truly in you."

    When she says this I begin to weep
    And thats when I realized
    someone can love me
    And feel my warmth under the ddark bitterness of my cold heart.