i wish the blanket over my head
would also protect me from this pain
and not just the shivering cold
the night has breathed unto us
my pillow i hoped to be my friend
to catch the tears i knew would fall
the sound of the rain comforts me
it distracts me from the memories
inside my little cocoon of blankets and pillows
i feel like i'm in my own little world;
a little world without my kryptonite
a little world without the boy who stole my heart
but it can't distract me from the pain
the taste of bittersweet defeat
so i cry out in agony once again
thinking it'd relieve this torture you have caused
i drown out the sound of the rain
i blow away the confines of my blankets
and now i lay shivering in the darkness
the coldness seeping into where my heart used to be
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Sorry if it's crap. I just tried to write in a different way that how I usually do.
Dedicated to Sun (PrincessSuunshine) who has been a really great friend :)))
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Turning To Ice
PoetrySometimes when your heart breaks, it's easier to be numb than to face the pain.