winter bliss

I ask a these questions. Why do you make me feel like I've worn out my welcome. Have I done something different that did not meet your expectations? You say I'm beautiful, yet with our securities, I still don't believe you. As if it's just words that get us by. A "white" lie. Of all these years we've known each other some years absense, I still don't know who you are. Maybe it was these years that you and I weren't there. When we met our obstacles on our own differently. Yet our past wasn't as different. We closed ourselves in our beliefs, we watched the snow melt, we lived our own, did we? Educate me on this my friend. For some reason, all this, doesn't seem worth it at all.