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Winter
written by intearsforever06:37 PM 1/5/05My heart has grown cold,
my words no longer stand out bold.
I want to help,
I need to help,
But no one lets me in,
everyone just shuts me out,
pushing me away.
I want to help others,
It keeps me from thinking about myself,
I don't want anyone to help me,
I would rather push them away,
Just as they do to me,
So why do I give advice,
advice I won't even take myself,
I know it will not help.
My heart has grown cold over these many winters,
My eyes are now of stone,
My lips now show as the "lips of death"
My hair has grown long,
showing how I do not belong,
Now even my words,
Come cold,
And just as I am told,
These words,
Of which I speak,
Now show dead and cold,
Now they will stand bold.
Spring shall never come again,
Winter shall stay,
As it has been.
So cold and dead,
Messing with my head.
These pictures of which I see,
Shall now become me.
I shall walk on ice,
I shall never be nice,
I shall be stone,
I will be all bone,
I will show you how to hate,
and now I become my fate. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Ok, really really like, umm, shall I say, cold?? I mean, I dunno what it is about, it is just some things I am feeling...
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