December 1991
It’s a cold day without you,
no sun in the sky.
What we had is gone forever.
I don’t know why.
The world is frozen without your warmth,
frozen in the moon’s glow.
There’s so much I wanted to tell you
that you didn’t want to know.
Now it’s too late to go back.
You’ve driven in the splinter
of ice, treacherous ice,
that trapped my heart in eternal winter.
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The Book of Madness: Poetry and Lyrics by Jolie E. Bonnette
PoetryA collection of really bad poetry. Don't say I didn't warn you. :-)
