In True Pisces Fashion - Rosaline

It’s just the season when the air drops far below bitter

I’ve scanned for miles and miles and still it rains a haze of sliced light

Tough Midwestern skin shields our weathered hearts for the time being

And false hope fuels us like a machine

Into a rhythmic dream, I’ve known, I’ve known

Once we’re full of life and literature, we’ll find that we connect

And I think that we’ll long for so much more than we ever gave

Imaginative, intuitive, and so compassionately alone

I’ve scanned for miles and miles

I’ve scanned for miles and miles and even though the air is frozen

I know you’re right in front of me

In true Pisces fashion, I’ve faded from this