As we talk I watch her

see her mouth move but eyes tell a different tale

hearing the once was, the used to be’s, how things were

my job is to listen, I can’t fail

Her eyes speak of a great sadness, The Grand Canyon

combined with such beauty, my cold mistress

to warm her heart is my errand

but to wish this is folly, foolish, the thought keeps me reckless

But she won’t let me in

maybe she’s Pandora’s box locked

fuck it, I’ll peek through the keyhole to climb in to win

cuz I know for me, there be more to see

I’m simply left assuming these things

for darkness whispers into my lover’s ears

in my life a frosty tone she brings

still I love her and that she fears

they ask me why her, they tell me to move on

that I’ll never thaw what is completely chilled

cuz I know deep down she lies

she’s not a man shot deep by a gun

for there’s still much to build

I’m a love struck-fool

lost to quite frankly the idea of us