For months, I would sit in your room, watching out your window;
As I waited for flowers to bloom.
Your eyes once set my heart aflame;
They grew cold and nearly froze me to death.
You have always been cold, I did not like to see.
I felt like it did not matter, as long as you were loving me.
Months passed, but the flowers seemed to never grow.
Months passed, so I left you to grow my own.
Seasons changed, winter is gone.
Finally, I am ready to move on.