I want to feel, I want to know.

But still I feel as cold as snow.

I miss his warmth, I miss his eyes.

My heart feels like it's made of ice.

I want to love, I want to grow,

from this pain, I wish to go

somewhere that is warm and bright.

I want to break free, I want to move on,

but the shackles of his love keep me holding on.

He was near, and now he's not.

I swear, it felt like time had stopped.

Grief knows no bounds, grief has no restraint,

I feel like like the victim of a miserable plot.

The main character of a story that never seems to end,

where the author spills their feelings onto my head.

I want to love, I want to grow,

but to my dear, my heart was bound.

He is gone, and so am I,

Our love lost, never to be found.