It is winter in Holland
cold snowcrystals fall gently on the ground
my body feels tired
and wishes only to sleep and never wake up.
My heart feels broken, frozen, beaten, betrayed.
The world, seems uncaring, hard and distant.
If life was just this I would be ok with it
I would celebrate the coldness,
hang cristals around my neck, sharpen them
into diamonds. All the broken glasses
would shimmer in the night of my heart.
But it is, that love
that still burns inside me
she is the one who melts all the cristals
and tells me that love is stronger then the cold.
She is the one who tells me that I can not be happy
with my cristals and my broken glasses.
Her light shows me my real face,
that actually I am only half of who I am here.
She is the one who makes me feel alone.
when she wispers, hugs me, send me kisses to my heart.
So that when I wake up in the snow,
I feel dead, because she melted me
leaving me all naked to the snow.