Frost Bitten Tips

If my eyes are candles in the window there to guide your way home.
Then your's are a beacon on a rocky shore, there to guide all the people you forced to sail across an unforgiving sea, just so they can see what its like to you.
(But not everyone enjoys being thrashed by waves.)

Each beat of your heart is just another icy wave slamming against the creaking boards of a ship.
You specially built it for them with molding wood.
Did you know that water makes it decay faster?
(Yes you did.)

Your icy lips leaves trails of frost bite over their skin.
(Your love bites.)
They send them spiraling into back clenching shivers.
(You don't want to tell them that its warmer somewhere else.)

I tell you that I'm warm even though my skin has turned blue and icicles have begun to sweat from my pores.
(To you I'm the warmest thing you've ever touched.)