It's ironic that I should feel so cold today.
I hope it doesn't last too long.
I enjoy believing time to have varied speeds,
Slowing down with you,
And picking pace without.
But it's got to be the most cruel joke,
That the exact opposite must happen.
I'm sure only one more day wouldn't have helped,
But that's all I could ask for yesterday,
When I looked up and prayed real hard.
Just one more day.

It's bright and sunny outside,
Theres not a hint of snow.
I'm not sure if that's a good sign.
It's Christmas and it's cold,
It's when white fits the lady the best.
Something is different this time,
And it doesn't fall in place.
I would like to stop thinking now,
But an empty house has all the room in the world,
To fill thoughts about you, us and everyone else.

"That's when you know you've found someone special...when you can share silence and just shut the fuck up."

-Mia Wallace in Pulp Fiction

It was all white outside,
But I spoke to you after long,
So personally, I'm not pale anymore.