Ice Cold

Is it cold in here or is it just you? Though I know we're on the inside I swear the wind just blew. It's I feel a lot now but not something I'm used to. And I can feel the temperature drop down whenever I'm close to you. I swear the weather says August but your eyes say December. And it's the warmth that you used to show that I can no longer remember. So it's not the wind that blows, it's just that look in your eye. And I swear a ghost walks passed me everytime that you go by. So even though you're cold as ice, all I can do is pray. And hope that maybe one day, the ice will melt away.