I let you write,
All over me with your mystical charm.
I felt high
My brain intoxicated with the words you were drenching me in,
So sweet that bees got ashamed of the honey they made.
I felt dignified
Untill you blocked me out and kept me away,
Like a book you scrawled on to relieve your outrageous boredom.
I'm burning
Feels like there is fire under my skin,
I try to turn back.
Only to face the horrific truth,
There's nothing I can do ,
Your ink of slick words have already seeped through to my core.

COLD, was the day I saw you first
"Have an angel fallen with the rain?"
Kept screaming my heart.
COLD, was your fingertips
As they traced over my hand
In search of what we believed was it's place.
COLD, felt the world
When you wrapped me in your arms
Astounding yet so safe.
COLD, was how you looked at me
Soon after you realised that I am not as divine,
As you thought I am.
Wish that time changes this but,
COLD, is what my heart is for you today
As you've taken all it's warmth
And never returned.