Why do I feel as if the cold
kissed my heart
after it let the icicle
pierce it repeatedly
and savor the crimson color
on the snowy floor...
why do I cry right now
shed tears in the ether
and allow it to cover
my textbooks and papers
coating them with emotions
I did not wish to feel...
Why?
Because I allowed my heart
to be freed from it's rusted shackles
and embrace a new emotion
many are afraid to feel
so they hide behind meaningless texts
and hours lost in the flames
of their on fear...
I felt and tasted it's bitter consequences
but at least I paid my debt...
I shall feel
though I will not let it
to hold the leather wip
and lick my burning skin...
No... I shall feel
but within limits...
once I find this arcane knowledge
or convince my foolish heart
blazing with cold...
MT-31-3-2015
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Whispers from the heart
PoesíaThe lovely cover is done by @springgfield :) Go check out her stories :)they are pretty good Poems about love.... Every word is from the bottom of my heart...So I hope that you shall indulge yourself in these words written by me... well my heart act...
