I'm not really sure

Uncommited

Hushed lips with an icy touch,
Flakes falling between the two.

 

With words left unsaid
And faces taking an ashen hue,
Words seem incoherent.

 

In absence of one another,
The mood plummets to a dark hue,
With Ebony comparable.

 

When hope settles in,
Exasperation creep toward them.
An anxiety left as an untouched subject,
Threads of doubt works its way in.

 

Cold as it is,
A fire couldn't dare to warm.

 

They live through their lies,
Whilst every night spent,
It left a sensation,
The unnerving reminder of an empty bed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't even know, to be honest.

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