I started with a glance,
Printed in my mind,
Can't tick you off,
There you're bind.
It goes too fast,
Slowly you're settling,
From thoughts to heart,
A warmth you're sending.
Then you turned frigid,
Froze what you hold,
When it's slipped,
Was broken cold.
there's still pieces,
Debris of what's left,
When You let go to shine,
It melted what I've kept.
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Woven Words
PoetryI don't know what came to my mind, but I think i will be filling this up with my poems. This should serve as my poem storage 😂 I wrote these pieces everyday for my so called boyfriend, but never acted as such. This was my way of expressing my moods...
