i'll be the bonfire that bounces off the tree line as the sun goes down.

You pulled me away at the roots

Longing for something I'll never have

a glimpse of our future crashing under our feet.

the bed was warm the room was bright, but the mood was wrong and your intentions weren't clear.

as i reach for your hands

I was told I had your eyes, though sky blue is a color you don't forget

i don't know what's colder, the weather or my heart;

i want your hands to guide me back home to lay in your arms for eternity

There is no point in trying to escape the tightening grip of those cold hands, because if we're being honest, I like the feeling of being held down.

soon, you too, will be nothing but a thought