Your warmth is fake, yet you wonder why I'm cold hearted
Dearly beloved, I'm too far gone to be thawed out
I come out on a full moon, I've always blended with the cool air that comes with it; is that why we don't mix?
You've always been summer, and I winter
Maybe that's why you'd think we'd match... no point of a fireplace without the cool breeze...
It's just that your fireplace doesn't hold enough flames to fix what's always been frozen... especially when the flames are artificial
And the heat you give off is a mirage
Yet I stay, in hopes to feel the dying flames
In hopes that my frozen fortress will cave
In hopes to learn to love again...
But the icicles are growing at a rapid pace
Water trickles down my heart and freezes into place
My dearly beloved; I'm too far gone to be saved
My tundra is too cold to see this "sun" you portray yourself to be
So I'll continue to wait for my true desert storm...
About the Creator
Terowi Marshall
Art is life. With each poem I write, there’s a piece of me in every one
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