I feel I'm growing cold
is this getting old?
as the passions which I hold
stow slowly into stone
A crooked compromise
watching the demise
of love for younger times
eroding quickly with the tides
Holding to emotions
I wish would still arise
yet with every motion
swallowed more within my mind
Is this poem too simple?
Does it have no depth?
at least I carry words
there is no peace in breath.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
I feel I'm growing cold
is this getting old?
as the passions which I hold
stow slowly into stone
A crooked compromise
watching the demise
of love for younger times
eroding quickly with the tides
Holding to emotions
I wish would still arise
yet with every motion
swallowed more within my mind
Is this poem too simple?
Does it have no depth?
at least I carry words
there is no peace in breath.
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