Hand touches the flowering snow
melts is slowly
watches the drops fall to the ground

surrounded by bodys full of solid water
her embrace flowing through my vains
levitates my soul throught the thin air
leaving only pale muscles behind

glues back dusty gray pieces
of his once colorful heart full of hope
some parts damaged and some lost
never returned from it's previous owners

puts the wreckage in her palms for keeping
hopes she won't drop it
a single day doesn't pass by
without thinking of a way to make her smile