Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
thymogenic_thoughtsPoems
Ice Boy You’re not so cold to the touch When your lips are on mine And your heartbeat’s a rush Ice Boy Is this the thing that you planned? Do you sharpen your blades While I melt in your hand? Ice Boy My heart sinks like a stone I thought that I could chase you Now I’m cold and alone
0
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
Ice Boy
Ice Boy You’re not so cold to the touch When your lips are on mine And your heartbeat’s a rush Ice Boy Is this the thing that you planned? Do you sharpen your blades While I melt in your hand? Ice Boy My heart sinks like a stone I thought that I could chase you Now I’m cold and alone
#ice#boy#heart#love#hockey#cold#alone#miss#melt#lips
thymogenic_thoughts
Written by
thymogenic_thoughts
22
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem