Jack Frost

I am the girl that once fell in love
this was no regular love now
His name was Jack Frost
and his cold hands had wrapped themselves
around my fragile teen heart
It was senior year at Kelton High
the winter formal was coming up
And he was the new kid, the outcast
I was a regular, a plain.

He kept to himself, stayed in his own world
I yearned to meet him and see who he was
Was he sweet and misunderstood
like most boys who passed through
Or was he a rebel and liked a dare
the ones that sent a wonderful chill down my spine
And he was the new kid, the outcast
I was the regular, a plain.

A week before the formal, I finally walked up to him
it was senior year I had to be a bit daring
He looked at me, those blue eyes a frightening chill
and his hands wrapped around my heart
I could feel his unusual cold skin against mine
but it was probably just the winter winds
A swallow of my fear and a chest full of courage
he gazed at me, his book turned away, and his eyes answered
And he was the new kid, the outcast
I was the regular, the plain.

No words were spoken
none needed to be anyways
I just let my shoulders slump
and I began to walk away
Maybe for a few seconds he would think
change that confusing mind of his
But the winter winds kept blowing
that miserable year of 1999
And he was the new kid, the outcast
I was the regular, the plain.