Your touch was cold, colder than the ice I had continued to tread upon for days on end.
I was weary of you, aiming to steer clear incase you took a swing from the sudden change of mood; and just happened to just graze my beaten up heart.
The thread had frayed at the edges, it no longer bared a steady beat; the coloured hues had faded into harsh contrasting shades of black and white - it had been hurt too much. I messed up majorly, and made the mistake in trusting you to cradle it carefully in your warm hands...
I trusted you.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Wings - Poetry {COMPLETED}
Puisi200 Poetic Tragedies ... A collection of poetic chaos, written on love, loss, lust and longing. This is a safe haven for the broken - For those with Broken Wings. _____________________________ "In a world full of heartbreak, sadness is all I've eve...
