if your crimson heart is truly a mine field
than we are both casualties of war
though you are rich in inspiring words
in actions of love you are indeed poor
although some one you hold close
i am no one that more than sweeps your ears
my intrepid empathy is wasted on you
you are a slave to your own childish fears
there is so much i desperately want to show you
but compassion does not warrant any of your affected time
if you just unwrapped the jealous cloak of suspicion
beauty would alight and like tinsel you would shine
you will always compare me to him
i will always compare you to the winter sky
i could never be quite good enough
but i am far too torpid, too weak for goodbye
than we are both casualties of war
though you are rich in inspiring words
in actions of love you are indeed poor
although some one you hold close
i am no one that more than sweeps your ears
my intrepid empathy is wasted on you
you are a slave to your own childish fears
there is so much i desperately want to show you
but compassion does not warrant any of your affected time
if you just unwrapped the jealous cloak of suspicion
beauty would alight and like tinsel you would shine
you will always compare me to him
i will always compare you to the winter sky
i could never be quite good enough
but i am far too torpid, too weak for goodbye


