An avalanche of pain. Sudden. Heavy.
Suffocating in the frozenness.
Icicles fall from your mouth,
Straight from the ice of your heart.
I'm slipping on the ice,
Close to falling through the cracks.
Don't get me wrong,
The summer sun shines through your eyes.
Or at least it used to.
Now I'm just waiting for spring.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
An avalanche of pain. Sudden. Heavy.
Suffocating in the frozenness.
Icicles fall from your mouth,
Straight from the ice of your heart.
I'm slipping on the ice,
Close to falling through the cracks.
Don't get me wrong,
The summer sun shines through your eyes.
Or at least it used to.
Now I'm just waiting for spring.
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