Frost

There was frost on the window

And your nose was cold

So I planted a kiss upon it

Your hands were warm

And you kissed me back

We drank hot cocoa

And mourned for Laura Palmer

You filled my head with empty words

And my heart with butterflies

You threw your arms around me

And I melted at your touch

We had coffee and cherry pies

And talked until dawn

There's frost on the window now

And Frost on the tv

And I can't help but think of you

Nothing makes me long for something more

Than a reminder of its lack

Femme Fatale

I’ve got that femme fatale

Those blood red lips

Dark curls and white curves

Those piercing gray eyes

With that one-two punch look

I can look right through you

Make you feel like you don’t exist

I can look right at you

Make you feel like you’re all that exists

Because Mrs. Havisham raised me well

I’ll make you think you’ve got a chance

Because these looks can kill

They kill me everyday

Because I turn heads

And I turn hearts

Because you broke mine

And never gave it back

Her

She is like the time between changing seasons

She's the warm beach breeze

She's gentle yet fierce

Like sunlight that seeps through your skin

But she is as fleeting as the wind

She comes by suddenly

And leaves too soon

Her moods shift

Like mother nature

And the tides

There is rhythm to the madness

A song whose tune I can never quite remember

Her beauty entrances me

Like the song of the sirens

She will be the death of me