*Sn*O*wFla*K*eS*

*Sn*O*wFla*K*eS*

i want to show you what love is like.

if only you wouldn't disappear when i try to touch you.

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a snowflake on my tongue,

there one minute, gone the next.

a letter in march

a phone call that july;

maybe an email in november.

even channel five can't predict

your comings and goings.

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what is it about warmth that makes you vanish?

you can be so cold, so distant.

making me shiver despite a heavy winter coat.

sometimes i wonder if you even care about me.

maybe you're not capable of caring for anyone.

can a flower bloom in december?

some days i think so.

others, i doubt it.

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you are drifting all around me,

sticking to strands of my hair,

collecting at my feet-

soon i am up to my waist in thoughts of you.

school might as well be cancelled;

it's impossible to shovel a path

and the forecast predicts more with each passing day.

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maybe you just don't know how to form the words,

much like an infant cannot walk

until someone shows him what walking is.

so should i tell you i love you?

my heated words might cause you to evaporate

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i want to show you what love is like.

if only you wouldn't disappear when i try to touch you.

*