Warmth can come in different forms,

Reflected from the past that left you torn.

Fire whispers delicate recipes for a special night,

No sad hospital days in sight.

Memories spill from a broken brain,

Twirling around in midnight rain.

Slow dancing with a man holding his dove,

It’s enough to represent true love.

He is the reason I’m still alive,

Chose not to follow the fatal dive.

He sings me down as I hear his heart beat,

Sending me into eternal slumber sleep.

I am broken but taped up with glue,

Cracks still appear to turn me blue.

Catching a death of cold in my young years,

Frozen in time like my falling tears.

Yet he still came, holding his precious flower,

Whether it was my corpse or a plant, time will tell upon the hour.

He gave up everything to flee at dawn,

Just to watch me fade from the warm.