The benevolent souls I once knew and adored Have twisted into something born of malevolence Where has their love gone?
I feel as if I'm caught in a blizzard, Vision obscured by translucent tears, Body shivering for warmth, Sinking into the deep snow, One step at a time
Create the watercolor masterpiece of your dreams Make me your canvas
Love doesn't have to be romantic, It can be platonic, familial, Any kind at all As long as there are multiple hearts involved, And they beat for the sake of one another, That is true love
The last letter she sent, It called you to the lonely place She once called home It spoke of tender love, sacred things, And promises shared