Hattey

We watch you argue as we stand on the sidelines Cold faces worn by the frigid air and harsh words Black pavement shines with frost beneath our feet Your words cut like daggers through our coats More chilling than the wind that whips around us Feverishly we struggle to draw back, but you pull us in The icy fingers of your grip will not release our minds Images grow darker as the night progresses Screeching into the dawn, the sun wont warm our hearts Voices strained as throats grow dry Arguments so vain they can not be released