my heart as cold as death
in the hands of yours
begins to flow as it thaws
your soft and sweet breath
barely keeps going as endures
the grief to which I'm the cause
instant regret hit me
never meant to hurt
whom I was meant to be
but finally I acquit me
YOU ARE READING
as if we were built from the same dirt
Poetrydedicated to a special one; an attempt to use sonnets to express my paradoxical love towards a special person.
