I watch as the ice comes,
before i know it,
I'm starting to hum.
I touch the ice,
its as white as a dove,
a dove from heaven above.
It's smooth, but cold,
almost as cold as a story,
one that I was once told, almost as cold as how much Teddy Bears of mine my parents sold.
I run my finger over the tip,
I pull a face and bite my lip,
I press hard against the ice,
did I mention it has a blade?
yes, the ice is a blade.
The Ice blade pierces my skin,
I chuck my old bandaid in the bin,
I didn't want to do a thing.
I watch, as the blood trails down my finger,I see, how the blood lingers.
It got cut due to the ice blade, it hurt like all the jokes the girls in school made.
But they don't hurt no more,
no, I got over them,
it was just jokes galore.
It's now the cold that hurts,
it's sharp blade,
the pain of LONELINESS no,
no it won't fade!
its there everyday, I try to smile,
I might have a smile,
consider yourself lucky if you can make it stay for a while.
I look up and
I watch as the ice comes,
before i know it,
I'm starting to hum.
the melody so sweet,
its like a sweet treat.
the Ice is pretty but beware,
baby, the ice is sharp,
maybe oh just maybe,
careful you might hurt yourself.
on the Blades.
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Poems Of My Heart
PoetryThis book is a book of poetry. A while ago I wrote this book as a Wattpad user called Hummin_birds, but due to my nickname I will update the cover to my new user name. This book holds the poems of my hard times. --- WARNING--- THIS BOOK FEATURES...
