You love it now?
The chill?
The bite?
The cold?
How long has it been?
The warmth is it gone yet?
Are you cold yet?
The bite it stings.
But yet.
Why don't you pull away?
It's been so long.
It's been so cold.
The pain now needles in your delicate flesh
All in what name?
Why so vain?
For vanity?
For love?
For
From ice you where made
From ice you have turned.
To Ice you will return
A cold dark place where light never touch
Warmth will never find you for your hands
Are oh so cold
Oh so lonely
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Poetry by Me
PoetryA bunch of poems by yours truly they will vary with themes but I hope you all love them. Most of it is free form
