A little too real in my troubles,
I am I suppose.
Truth always spoils an illusion, I guess
Like a spot-covered window when the light breaks through
Leaving colours bent into streaks
With me outside
Warming my hands on the coals you offered.
You took me by surprise
Filling winter with distraction,
Not long and lonely as I expected
And prepared for.
I did not see the smoke rise.
I did not feel the heat grow
Until a fire raged and the shadows cast
Began to melt the snow some.
And I took you by surprise
When I was
Everything
I said I was.
I am not
What you expected.
I am not
A simple southern girl
With a pristine heart and lavish dreams,
Taking comfort in the longing
To live the freedom of my style.
So now I watch you and your strength
Walking back behind the window,
Pulling down the blinds on a fire that you set.
You can’t bear to watch the melting
Of a curve that you like so much
Consumed with the flame
As you probably expected.
But closed behind your cowardice
You don’t see my tightened eyes
That I may smoulder down the coals
That I may
Still keep my hands warm.
