His words were always as soft as the inside of a rose 
But all I could feel were his dorns poking me in my soul 
The way you could see how snowflakes melts 
Was exactly how my hate towards him felt
Like the water of the ocean never changed 
Was the way he always behaved 
The emptiness in the air 
Showed me how much he cared,
He didnt 
And I assume that I´m now aware 
Of him never being there