Cold EmbraceA Poem by Vows Of DeathI'm a bit broken, and tormented at the moment. I felt as if, I should write. It doesn't rhyme, it merely just thoughts going through my mind, it might rhyme at points, I don't know. I just, don't, know.I lay to rest upon my bed, I can't sleep, imsomniatic. I'm crying now, adrenaline pumping through my vains, I'm running on impulse. My hair is a mess, as so is my make up, smeared down my face. The same as ever other day, when I wake up. Thick black circles under my eyes, it's always like that when I in fact, cry. I made him my everything, and now I have nothing. He baffles my mind, I thought he was kind, multiple personalites? He was so vivid, and soft, kind so I thought. And I adored, his rudeness, too. When we fought, I had a sweet twisted pleasure. He's unforgettible, yes, he is incredible. My sweetest, almost lover, I feel your breath against my neck as it should be. Your icy blue eyes, go with you're cold-at-touch skin. And I remember when you touched me, I shivered and shook, I couldn't help it. I remeber I was crying, morning over the fact of something so vague. I can't exactly remember why, but your the reason I remember that day, but I only remember you. Crying, and erratic, all I did was pace. You stopped, and stared, I stammered, your grabed me close, and pressed my head to your chest. "Don't dare leave me, don't dare try. Miranda, your my everything. Even if, we can't be, I don't care. I want you, your my weakness. So cold, but so warm, you rested your chin on the crown of my head, I sobbed softly and shivered. Your cold embrace. Shifted out of your grip, you held me by my shoulders and watched my face, I searched your iced eyes. All I found, was love with fury. "I wouldn't dare." I looked him, locked eyes. Yes, I replied. We stood there, intwined with one another.
What? Someones shaking me, I feel it, I do. I fell asleep? can't be, but who? I sit up, quick, in my bed. I look around, where am I? I shift, than shiver... "Miranda?" his voice, like velvet, amazing, and strong so soft. I held him so close, so, so, so close. His skin, so cold full of saddness and love. "Miranda, are you okay?" He let out a breath, I'm sure he didn't know he was holding. I stepped back, "I love you, everything, about you. Your cold icy touch, it steals my breath." He stared me, deep in the eyes. "... And your the warmth, I ever so long for. I love you, too, I do." We stood there, and I cried, and held me so close,
In his cold embrace.
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