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Bad Circulation, Cold Pale Hands, Great First Kiss: Consequences of Ice-Breaking With heart in stomach, no blood being tracked I scoot in closer 'til I feel her skin. With no time to think, only time to act those 50's movies I now reenact; stretching my arm careful not to offend with my heart in my stomach, no blood tracked. Now that the ice has finally been cracked I put my cold pale hand on hers knowin', there's no time to think, only time to act. The movie is over, the ice is back; walking to my ride, the moment's comin'. With heart in stomach, no blood being tracked, I plunge into the ice a trembling wreck; I stop, grab her

Stepping through the threshold of warmth I have been ordered to call my father in for dinner. As he puts away his tools and rolls out from underneath the car I stand waiting at the door. I stand in the cutting chill holding an icy door as my siblings bask in the warmth and comfort of home. As I stand outside the gateway to heat the door of which I am holding tugs at my tongue to touch and taste its icy surface. Like a fly in a venus trap I have been fooled into this icy grasp by my own naïve treacherous self. My own bewilderment has risen against me and put me in this chilling predicament. Like a wondering hunter, my fathe

Time to say goodbye. In this humid heat and my earnest eagerness I try to say quick farewells. After a few minutes the van tips twice, once to each side as my father and girlfriend enter and take their seats. My mother can't fight back any longer and her emotions break free; her eyes swell, the edges of her lips curl under, and she wraps her arms around me slowly as if to put off goodbye as long as she can. I embrace her as my own eyes begin to swell and she begins to rattle off the Parent's Creed of Advice. Like every teenager, I don't really listen, but I understand now the concern of a parent. I feel dots of warmth on my s

                                               I climb up                                     to the top of this tree                                To pick a piece of fruit for me                      I know they grow best closer to the peak                       So I pass up all of the lower one's I see                      Although the lower one's look good to eat                      They are more bitter than they are sweet                        So I climb up until the limbs grow weak                         Then grab the highest one I can reach                      I start to descend to the base of the tree          

Verse 1 Once a day every day sometimes even twice I visit with this beautiful gorgeous girl of mine. But no matter what occurs no matter what we do No matter how much time we spend it always seems too soon When I'm walking out the door my heart jam-packed with dread Knowing once again I'm going home too a lonely bed. At this moment my only wish is that time will soar right by So to do this the easy way I need to close my eyes Chorus And just sleep/ Knowing that the next day I'll see the woman of my dreams/ The woman I desire the woman that I want and need/ The woman that makes me all that I could possibly be/ The one that makes

Can I wash away my tears when my heart is breaking or when my heart is aching? There's no faking this emotional shaking in my life. And is it really possible to use this tissue to solve the issue of my pursuit to make love true before my life passes by. Is their any cure I can use if I am having trouble breathing, if my stomach is queasy, if you're all I'm seeing; it's not easy I can not lie. Can I possibly believe that there will ever be a time, sometime within my life, that I can get you off my mind and be satisfied with this life of mine. The answer is simply and indisputably no, I will never come close to becoming unfroze from thi

My heart is cracked, and now it's splitting in half. My odds have been stacked, and the loss has been vast. But I'm fine. No matter what, I'm at least always fine. My feelings have been seen, but what does that mean? Nothing it seems, because I'm still crying. But I'm fine. No matter what, I'm at least always fine. My only desire is you, and it's a strong desire too But this wish won't come true, no matter what I do. But I'm fine. No matter what, I'm at least always fine. I'm full of distress and strife. I'm beginning to lose my mind, And it's become impossible to find any meaning for my life. But I'm fine. No matter what, I'm at l