Cold Air

Its like all I ever do is strive.
I move forward bound by all these signs
my heart craves there love and desire
only to find it all tastes bitter and sour.

The puzzle pieces all line up
they just await that finishing touch
but I invite those jagged pieces inside
and they leave as I feel empty inside.

that cold darkness is always around the corner
a feeling so dread I try and wrap them all in.
lighting the fire i sell it so cozy and nice
only to be given the cold shoulder as I'm trapped in ice.

I sit so quietly and alone as I lay there
the warmth sucked from every bone.
The shaking never seems to stop
even after all I've done to stay warm.

So out into the cold night I go again
looking for a jagged piece
hoping and praying it's a nice fit
so when I sit by the fire I don't freeze the open air.