"How come he stared at me like a stone of ice?"
—max
i
I was owned by emptiness,
Gripped with a trunk of ice,
Emotions full of bitterness,
Can't move without grimace.
Thy sentiments be latent,
Thy feeling's can't be transparent,
Sans touch ; Laced with lament,
An ice so cold it could only be sent.
ii
I am living with stones,
Frigid in a cage of bones,
Suffocated by chained horns,
A beam is far from thy mores.
Personality's far from expected,
Just a stare and you'll be affected,
A hold of it ; sense can't be apprehend
Every words I voice's only limited.
I aims to elude gelid,
But I was governed by mīn system,
All it did is for me to be ceded,
Algid wins, warm fuzzy's beaten.
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A/N: To the person who inspired me to write this, how are you?
BINABASA MO ANG
Ignite The Unspoken
PoetryPUBLISHED under Chapters of Love Indie Publishing. - Half of A Hundred Poems She's voicing her thoughts through a pen, and expressing herself through this thing called poem. written by : Maxetispsych (former McCleoxx) Highest rank:1 (Photo Credits)
