Ice cold

Hands are cold

To the darkest hour

No warm to hold

From every broken flower

 

Freezing from the inside

Wishing someone was near

Through the pain I die

As ice will be the form of tears

 

Why shall I wait for you?

For all the death you cause me

I can’t stand us two

My god isn’t want it used to be

 

You used to be a savior

But not from above

From the ground below a clover

For now I don’t feel the love

Reviews

[Draven]

Ah, I know this feeling, I have felt it a few times. When the broken break, they always need to find someone to be their other half. So they seek love that cannot exist. They often look in the wrong places, picking out others who ar ealso broken, like them, so that they can be understood, but they have been looking in the wrong place. They do not know that love must first be developed for the person, and they must learn to love themself, before they gain the love of another. This rule, if broken, leads only to tragedy. I learned this lesson the hard way, as do we all.

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

thank you for saying this :)

[Draven]

You are not bothered by it? Most people think it is an attack aghainst them.

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

nope it's not, because it's the truth and I needed to hear it,

[Draven]

Glad I could help.

[Janice Fronek(red.panda)]

:D

[beautiful dreamer]

it's funny how such an innocent topic turns into such an emotonal deep poem. i love that concept :) good job :)