He was in the warmth with her,
Or so my ghost heard
Laying in the ice.
Cold clinging to my limbs,
Numbing my heart break.
Paralysing my thoughts.
The steel by my side,
Frozen in my hand,
Stuck in motion.
Blood staining my dress,
Snow tucking me in,
She is drying all my tears,
She is keeping me safe,
So I may wake up somewhere else.
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Got inspired by Kiki Rockwells 'left for dead'
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Poetry
PoetryEvery since I learned how to express myself using stylistic devices (?) I've been writing poetry, and some my poems I publish here. Some might be better, some might be worse, but each of them carries a piece of my mind.
