It seems she loved the smell of winter
Whenever it came, something got in her
Her eyes glimmered, breeze tossed her hair
Pleasant smile, watched her red nostrils flare
Yearning for the chance to play around
Spent all day hiking ontop of the mounds
Crawling to the next after she came it down
She's been crowned Queen of the Mountain
In love to where she can't live without it
Each day she went to paradise, I thought her selfish
But I saw how the frostbite renders her helpless
She danced like Indians for a shower of snow
Wind burned, couldn't leave if she didn't powder her nose
You know how it goes, she took the hard road happily
But I let it go on, I let her enjoy her own tragedy
Mangled by her own apathy- she had no judgement
But I sat back, I did nothing
I always believed some cold air opened the chest
Till I found her in a pile of snow, frozen to death.
This belongs on an album I'm working on, but, whatever. Battle raps whenever I get home.