Honey,
he doesn't love you.
He's incapable
of loving another.
His heart
has turned to ice,
and not even
the warmth
of your heart can
defrost it.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
Frosty
Honey,
he doesn't love you.
He's incapable
of loving another.
His heart
has turned to ice,
and not even
the warmth
of your heart can
defrost it.
