A tease, cold hearted, she thinks she is enough.
He warmed me, he melted me.
Every minute of love- was a crack in the ice, every laugh
a tear rolling down the frosty shape- falling down my cheek.
It was a puddle, an icey mistake,
A sinister piece of modern art-
He threw it over me,
Smothered and splattered in my broken heart.
Aug 7, 2011
Aug 7, 2011 at 6:59 AM UTC
A tease, cold hearted, she thinks she is enough.
He warmed me, he melted me.
Every minute of love- was a crack in the ice, every laugh
a tear rolling down the frosty shape- falling down my cheek.
It was a puddle, an icey mistake,
A sinister piece of modern art-
He threw it over me,
Smothered and splattered in my broken heart.
A poem of heart-break.
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