Will you kill this love?

The gloom of winter will fade

Nature colors what it grayed

The birds again will sing

But will I be listening

Left behind a puddle lingers

The chill of guilt’s icy fingers

Left upon me all exposed

Alone and unclothed

Waiting for your return

Salty tears, the wounds burn

So should this love loiter here

Without you being near

I will hold tight your lies

When they come to close my eyes