A Poem
10 years ago
The heart
The heart is a place
Either cold or warm.
Where either you belong
Or are shut out.
There is no in between
For two things can not fit.
Your heart is cold
I miss you even so.
Please stop this
As I cant feel my hands
My heart is warm
And I cant feel my hands
Im trying to save you
To pick out all the ice
But I can not feel my hands
I want to be with you
I want to be together
I want to smash my heart
So I can have one like yours
My warmth is escaping
I was so happy to be with you
My heart is cold
where are my hands?
The heart is a place
Either cold or warm.
Where either you belong
Or are shut out.
There is no in between
For two things can not fit.
Your heart is cold
I miss you even so.
Please stop this
As I cant feel my hands
My heart is warm
And I cant feel my hands
Im trying to save you
To pick out all the ice
But I can not feel my hands
I want to be with you
I want to be together
I want to smash my heart
So I can have one like yours
My warmth is escaping
I was so happy to be with you
My heart is cold
where are my hands?