Falling In Love With Glaciers

I met a shell of a mountain who knew she was finished 
claimed she grew up from a grain of sand 
with every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer 
to the roof of the sky with outstretched hands 
she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one 
counted weeks like she should of counted days 
and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight 
and turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways 

and this was the beginning, the start of the ending 
you can't die from a broken heart 
but from the time the sun rose 
to the space where it fell away 
she would love, and it wouldn't take part 
and every every day she would echo echo 
in every single way she should let go let go 
but it had her in its sights cupids icy arrows 

so she caught every one with her heart like it was her duty 
it walked the wrong wrong way down her one way plan 
she was surrounded by forests, rivers and beauty 
until that glacier froze over the land 
and so she blamed herself hated her wealth 
she was born at too young of an age 
and every night her dreams were touched by witches fingers 
until her heart was caged. 
with every morning spent not caring if she cares or not 
sleeping in the melt and mud, waiting for the earth to rot 
burying herself alive she scrapes the hole that it left open 
empty as her very heart, that mountain was all broken 
all broken, that mountain was all broken 

now I can see that her bloods red and she’s got feelings and they always get spilled both without thinking