A broken heart turns to ice,
Cold to anyone who approaches it.
You circled that traitorous heart of mine cautiously,
Aware of the pre-damage, unsure whether
You should be the one to fix it.
But you were the one I saw in the after-smoke.
To kick-start the fire in my eyes
You broke into that emotionless void,
And the color in my face reignited once more.
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Never In Spring ✓
PoesíaAlways winter, never in spring, but she'll wait a thousand lifetimes for him. A personal account of a bitter, heartbroken lover's descent as she grows, watching her blooming love wither into nothing. Love poetry anthology. © elle sonder 2024 Winner...
