Heart of lace

Rain falls in the shadows of the night
Scenarios flood her mind,
and she loses track of time.
Tears hit the floor..

"He's not even mine"
she cries.

How does this fragile heart still beat?
It's wrapped in lace,
and accompanied by her lifeless face.
Her eyes are full of passion and desire..
until she's reminded

of what can never be.

"There will never be a you.
There will never be a me.
I feel the void. I see the hole.
Yet, I believe.
How masochistic of me."

Snow falls, and time flies on by,
not a day goes by,

where she wonders: "why?"

Despite all pain,

despite the fact that it drives her insane..
She's living every word.
content with all that she's heard.
Reliving every snow frosted memory,
and content with feeling free.

The lace tears,
as she find herself reminiscing..
"The angel always takes me far away.
To the frosted lands.
Where he holds me close..
and kisses my hands...

For a moment, I'm blissful.

But it's all a memory.
A memory that sets me free.
One that strips me of lace."