Testo Thaw

When you drown
in the stormiest sea
I will be there,
through me you can breathe.

Throw me your hair,
through the guiltiest acts
I will be there, with my conscience intact,

and if you hate me for it
then why are you here?
Silent and sorry,
I am always near.

With your late summer bloom,
I was tracing your tracks,
heavy and lost,
my skin started to crack.

Show me your stare,
and with trembling hands
I will be there, with my veins tied in bands.

In winter you froze,
and I thawed you out,
dressed up in ice,
I had my doubts.