As I gather remains of my shattered wings,

My tears are raining, colored in wine.

Painting the snow and the wind and the sky,

Knowing you were never meant to be mine.



I hoped and I wished and I prayed for your love,

But the truth remains cold as a stone.

You armored your heart, yet slashed through my body,

And the morrow awaits me to wake on my own.



Melting into the searing red snow,

Rediscovering pain, abandoning lust,

The wind is sharing your whisper no more,

Forever my wings have turned into dust.