Memories, thanks for the memories

You so freely gave me 

Made me think it was alright but in reality

There are ashes on your hands

And poison on your lips 

You are painted in a silent scream

Oh, Ivory Woman, how your lips scarred me

What I've written doesn't matter it seems, 

Burning then freezing then shattered,

A web of cracks spread through a mirror I once looked through

I once used to care

The cold bites, love, you used to tell me

It freezes the blood in our veins 

But we can stay warm in

Joined fingers, joined hearts

Ivory Woman in black and grey, 

How your lips have scarred me