Gloves I

With her gloved hands she waits... An ever-lastin patience for you... You told her you`d meet her there... But you never showed up... So she rips off the gloves... And sets them ablaze... Because she doesn`t want to see your precious face... Her heart falls apart... It cannot break because some one already did that...\ And it wasn`t you... Not even close... You`re just another who walked away... But still the fire won`t warm her... Because the gloves were her reminder of you... And as she freezes over she says... "Why did you break your promise?" By the last word she is dead... The girl with the gloved hands...