I am not her,
With edges jagged and hair charred,
Haunting you,
Where demons and angels occupy the same space.
I never thought the dead could come back to life,
Until you witnessed a miracle.
Diamonds and ice lack color and appear identical,
Except where one melts with warmth,
And the other intensifies with pressure.
I hope you know I am not like your past.
The only reason I cannot hold you close,
Is because my tongue moves with snakes
And I fear kissing your soul,
Afraid you'll become frigid stone.
I did not need Medusa's curse,
My words pierce like fangs,
That are immune to shields.
Please do not become numb to the cold,
As I steal your warmth.
Hold me because blankets cannot thaw out a cold-blooded heart.
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An Ode to Muses to Melpomene
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, toxic relationships, heartbreak, and a dash of possessiveness. Don't fall in love while reading it! If you are in love, angry, sad, or going through a heartbreak, pick up a copy and you'll probably find somethin...
