As I stand out in the cold

What does it do to you when I carve your name into my flesh?

What does it do to you when I bleed for you?

What more can i do to get you back?

My tears of blood fall and hit the ground....

I stand outside in the cool brisk air thinking of you always.

As the wind blows through my hair I feel your touch.

When I close my eyes and think of you I see your face and I so dearly want to reach out and touch you

But as I reach out to touch you, you wither away like you withered away before my eyes.

The hot tears ice onto my pink cold cheeks.

I stand out in the wind to feel your touch...

to hear your whisper....

to look up in the sky and hope to see your face once more....