A day without you is like a year without sun.
No warmth; no possibility of Heaven.
It seems as if your coldness is a furnace to my spirit,
The tales of your verbal blizzards
warm me somehow.
Pity, my annoying presence is such turn off for you.
Your disregard for my lighthearted humor and heavy kindness disorients me.
I have never-
I'm not used to-
I don't understand-
Ugh, why don't you laugh and see the comedy behind my words?
All I want is ONE fricken smile; a genuine, warm smile.
And to touch one finger under your chin to tilt your lips to mine-
BUT touch I won't, for the Ice Queen fears being melted.
So I'll witness the scene only in my dreams
and, when I wake, be surrounded in cold reality.
YOU ARE READING
The Book of Poetry in the Back of My Cabinet
PoetryJust a bunch a poems... let's see where this goes. You should read them though, if you like poetry. They're pretty cool. Yes... I write poetry because I'm too lazy to write full stories.
