Cold of the Heart

January 30, 2009
By Anonymous

Touch my heart
Feel my soul
can you sense the cold
The shiver up your spine
As you look up and down
The mess I have left behind
The body
The red
All of this is to make to take in
You see the knife
And trace your heart
You fall to the ground upon myself
Words you mutter
As we drift to the dark
Again we see
We aren't apart

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on Jul. 21 2009 at 2:51 pm
jay_jayy:D GOLD, Trussville, Alabama
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I absolutely adore this poem :)

Thank you for being one of the few talented writers that post their poems. Keep writing, Anonymous from New York!

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