Melting Ice

I’m holding a block of ice

On my warm hands

And for once I thought it’s pretty

And I wished it would always stay that way

But slowly it turned into rain

And every drop of water it spills

Feels like the clock ticking

And that expected phase awaits

Waiting to show its gloomy colors

And soon enough,

The ice is now warm water

Enough to cry about

But not enough to wash the sadness away

If I even knew what emotion I have right now

A second ago I was numb

Right now I’m weak again

But maybe this is just another time

Just another time I should let pass

Just another time

And probably it won’t be long

Probably tomorrow looks different

As long as there’s no guarantee

I can let it be what it wants to be

I was here before

I can leave again after

I can freeze new water

I can hold new ice soon again

It will happen

Based On True Stories