and it is the cold
that sweeps into my heart
and etches my longing for you
in hard ice,
straight across its center.
the cold is when I feel most isolated;
with only thin sheets
and my own embrace
to keep warmth flowing in my veins,
in pursuit of melting the ice.
the freezing strength keeps my heart
captive,
ensuring you are all it can bare to hold;
locked in a solidified case.
my longing for you is just so:
strong, but cruel.
as when I reach for your hand,
lost in thought,
all my grasp can meet is
cold,
cold
air
beside me.
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I think I like this one 🙈
it's cold,,, with a deep twist 😂💙
hope you enjoy xx
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La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
