I'm sorry for the
Bridges burned.
For all the fires
Come to term.
For all the lies I have caused and all the
Strength that was lost.
I'm giving the heartbreak to the frost.
The glistening snow,
White and old.
The dimond in my soul.
The only one that wasn't cold.
The simple
Yet bold.
Only to cold to hold.
For I can not keep it stable.
So all I do is cradle.
Keep in mind,
You'll be alright.
Only when your a little
Bright.
YOU ARE READING
|°Simply Structure°|
PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
