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Sunday, September 23, 2007

Falling into ice

cold and pain rush through
as I am thinking of you
You care for very little
As your heart is cold and brittle
Anger toward all
is how you're going to fall

As I look into your eyes
its as if i'm falling into ice
Love is a word I'll never use
If I keep thinking of you
So why am i drawn
to one who hides the dawn

To me naught will suffice
but falling into ice

2 comments:

Poet In The Jar said...

This poem is extraordinary.

Ryan said...

Thanks, Its my favorite