Whispered words on winding wind.
These hands of ice that dared to touch
I swear won't ever touch again.
Every heart I held that mattered
Turned to ice, and slid, and shattered.
Naive of me, to think it nice
To try and touch you with the ice.
Through tear-glazed eyes, I hold a part
Of you I touched; fragmented heart.
I know now things can't be the same.
You're broke inside, and I'm to blame.
Poison is labeled, if warning is waged
A monster like me deserves to be caged.
Chill choice hangs midair; a stern sacrifice,
To die from the cold, or live with the ice?
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^i figured a post was over-do.
So. here.
I'm not sure a rhyme scheme exists, but take it or leave it... lol
pretty neat and yes a post was WAY over due
Nice, the words flowed really well together :)
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Is there a secret code in the poem?
This is a beautiful post... Although it is rather depressing. I oddly understand it, though. I guess I've felt this way before.
You are a beautiful writer, and you capture the human condition. Have you ever considered writing a song?
no, no secret codes. symbolism, yes. but not codes persay.^^
n thanks friend:) i AM a human..
n yah i'v considered it, among billions of other things that im too lazy to commit to unless i surge thru an inspirred, passionate, motivated phase in life... lol
Hey, you think you could put make this into a song? I think it would be cool, especially if you made it sound kind of middle eastern. You know, the haunting kind of sound?
Oh, lol, forgot you needed motivation. :P Just listen to a couple Evanescence songs. That'll get you going in no time o.0
Wow, you constantly amaze me with your gifts for making words flow. I someday hope to imitate you.
ohjee, haha thanks :)
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