IceA Poem by Awaken the SleepwalkerYour hand on my wrist Like barbed wire on my heart Each move more painful than the last Arguing screams echo in my head It's obviously my fault That's why you're always laying your hands on me Not laying, thrusting I'm desperately searching for you. No YOU The barbed wire Cannot penatrate my heart any longer It is ice and ice only chips leaving your own hands bloodied
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StatsAuthorAwaken the SleepwalkerBoonsboro, MDAboutI'm a sophomore in college, and I'm an English major, aspiring to be a high school English teacher. I'd love to use that at an outlet for my writing as well. I've been writing for a while, and I've ha.. more..Writing
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