Take this frozen blue heart, ice melted beats
Puddled water rising in crescendo.
Take it to put her in the snow
To sleep coldly all alone.
Take these tree bark eyes
Wooded spruce, a foggy forest run.
Take it to bury them in Spring
Underneath the big oak tree.
Take this rose coloured tongue
Iron swords you kiss deep.
Bury it under thick green thorns
And build a crown perfect for a sinner
Like me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a trying girl.
PuisiLook deep into me. My heart, my soul, my nothing. I will show you me.
