Torn apart by an ice storm
all who enter be fare warned,
a stifling path cut in the corn,
together we'll find the way.
Your mental labyrinth I travel through,
running blind not sure what to do,
all I want is to find you,
my honest, funny friend.
Uncertain as to what has caused this divide
I scoured our world far and wide
while waiting for you to finally decide
to trust me.
A year has gone past,
everything broke really fast,
my heart supported by a cast
at last, we are healing.
Will we ever be the same,
as our picture, in the frame
or will our lives become a game