Cold wind blows from the lips I once kissed.
Only remnants remain of what could have been missed.
Frozen in fear from the words that you speak,
No more am I frigid.
No more am I weak.
I've reclaimed the flame that fuels me.
The true me.
The new me.
What is left of the old me.
What used to be, it ceased to be.
Severed are the ties that bound me from being free.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 7:27 AM UTC
Cold wind blows from the lips I once kissed.
Only remnants remain of what could have been missed.
Frozen in fear from the words that you speak,
No more am I frigid.
No more am I weak.
I've reclaimed the flame that fuels me.
The true me.
The new me.
What is left of the old me.
What used to be, it ceased to be.
Severed are the ties that bound me from being free.
Sometimes you just need a pick-me-up.
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