Falling In Love With Glaciers

I met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished

claimed she grew up from a grain of sand

with every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer

to the roof of the sky with outstretched hands

she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one

counted weeks like she should of counted days

and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight

and turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways

and this was the beginning, the start of the ending

you can't die from a broken heart

but from the time the sun rose

to the space where it fell away

she would love, and it wouldn't take part

and every every day she would echo echo

in every single way she should let go let go

but it had her in its sights cupids icy arrows

so she caught every one with her heart like it was her duty

it walked the wrong wrong way down her one way plan

she was surrounded by forests, rivers and beauty

until that glacier froze over the land

and so she blamed herself hated her wealth

she was born at too young of an age

and every night her dreams were touched by witches fingers

until her heart was caged.

with every morning spent not caring if she cares or not

sleeping in the melt and mud, waiting for the earth to rot

burying herself alive she scrapes the hole that it left open

empty as her very heart, that mountain was all broken

all broken, that mountain was all broken

now I can see that her bloods red and she’s got feelings and they always get spilled both without thinking