Cold and empty. Freezing within.
All from betrayal of her own kin.
The ice is solid in the heart of hers,
But soon comes love, she will soon learn.
He makes her feel warm and happy deep down,
The ice is melting. Drip drip dripping to the ground.
No more pain, sorrow, or anger.
He is her tower, and she is his anchor.
The heart of ice is soon to be gone.
She hasn't felt such love in so long.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
