You sound like the cold breeze,
Touching my cheeks,
You make my heart melt,
the most painful that I felt,
Your hair was surrounded by a halo,
But you act like a devil,
Moment killer, sadness teaser,
You were the windy treasure,
That we shouldn't reveal,
You should be kept in a box,
Or in the safe,
For you were to precious to be seen,
and yet, there's no one talks about you,
But they feel you,
You were the cold breeze at night,
Chilling my lungs, touching my heart,
Keeping me frozen,
I am the metal frosted knight,
Standing still,
Blown by your grace.
Miles away,
Rain should stay,
Wind will play,
Storm will say,
"You can't stop my wrath, get ready because I will make you pay"
YOU ARE READING
Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PoetryA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020
