Tuesday, March 1, 2011

sixteen

The cold rain falls on me.
It makes my tears seem so warm.
The cold air takes over me.
It freezes my once beating heart.
Your eyes pierce me.
It makes my skin grow numb.
Your frigid hand touches me.
It makes my pulse race.
You let the cold engulf you.
It makes me mourn for the day
the sun will melt away your icy walls.

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