Shiver

I remember the night when your blood ran cold,
Shivered in shock at your vacant soul.

The black endless night when you said you were fine,
Because you never thought I'd read between the lines.

The night that you spent trapped in the dark,
Praying for sun and the song of the lark.
I remember it well, even now to this day,
Because I couldn't convince you there was another way.

A way of dreams, hopes and decisions,
A way nonbelievers like to call fiction.

But I can still see how you want to believe,
You tell me to go but don't wish me to leave.

So I'll stay by your side even though you are torn,
And never give up until your blood warms.