Derive a sense of pleasure
From such a frosty demeanor
How your words chill me to the bone
Filled with false promises
And oft-dashed hopes
I still remain, a sad refrain

I wait in clouds overhead
I caress the ground with my tears
I wonder why you love to humor me
Before you fleet
For greener grasses
And sunnier skies

You fascinate me
As badly as I'm treated
You leave me wanting what I can never have
What may not brighten the grayish hue

The blotted out sun
The hopelessness
Of someone who's tried
Too many times
To put a smile on your face