I liked every post and commented on most, in the hopes that we would toast.
Over a dinner that's simple, for I'm not a big spender.
But For her I'd spend my last, I just wish that my last didn't come so fast.
What can I give you, my heart, after all it only beats for you.
As we sit across this table, we chat as 1s but I'd like for us to be two.
If you'd grab my hand It'd be warm to the touch, hot enough to melt the morning snow.
As I looked into your eyes I already seen a life in which we grow old.
My love only growing, each year better than the last, cause each year is more time spent with you.
But you don't feel for me the same do you.
My heart bleeding on the table, but yours pristine, without even a nick.
How can I start a flame with wood burned from frost.
I thank you for giving my love a day, for this world that's usually gray, was bright and sunny today.
The possibility of our love has it ever crossed your thoughts.
I said thank you for giving me a day, but It may take more to piece together.
My Shattered Heart.