Your hands couldn't warm my little ones anymore.
Your gaze was blue,
Icy and cold.
And you rained on my fragile body ,
Like cold hard hails.
You looked at me,
Colder than the winter's sun shine,
And I,
Hoping to unfreeze your heart,
Sigh with every passing second.
My my heart is smoking,
Hoping to get a bit warm ,
Hoping to forget her stolen piece,
And I,
Blow out the smoke with every exhale , as I walk in this cruel winters night.
My feet sink in the snow covered road ,
lonely foot prints heading nowhere,
Wondering how the other pair of foot prints disappeared.
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Chaos
PoetryIn the middle of my chaos, there was you. This book, lets you inside of my mind, inside of my soul, and together, we can feel again. #201 in poetry
