AN: Warning: Emo poetry. Written at work, while feeling depressed. Does it make sense? Doubt it, poetry defeats me.

May 31, 2007

Winter cold hath fallen over my heart.

Fallen as snowflakes to cover my pain.

The pain I felt when last did we part.

Lie to me once more, draw me down that lane.

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I cannot feel my sorrow, somewhere inside.

Even with mine eyes filled with tears,

even knowing, with you gone, this day I died.

The world outside cannot find my troubled fears.

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Lost, I am, on this path called life.

Stumbling along in this brilliant darkness,

balancing on this double edged knife.

Willing it to cut through this cold loneliness.

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As you stand so far away from me,

I drown in this heartless field of ice,

blending in so well, not one can see

that which I hide, so concise.

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In this life, I look for you.

Heartbroken, for you are no more.

Thus, I wait ‘till you are born anew.

Quietly shall I defy those that lock this door.

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Grinning, they say forever is denied us.

Bleakly accepted did we have no choice,

for, to us mortals, death is a must.

So coldness, I beseech, overcome me with your voice.

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Forget me in my pain, lost.

Forgive me my love, grand.

In this frozen shadow, there is no cost.

Hark! Forever is this my land.

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The truth I’ve locked in my soul, in snow

I cry out so quietly, my pain.

Never had I thought I would go so low.

Give me faith, I beg, in vain.

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Winter hath come into my heart.

Ice hath harden my emotions.

Oh leave me as you’ve known from the start,

every moment I pledged my devotion.

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How very cold, the world carries on.

Summer’s heat falls on frozen thoughts.

Am I alone, knowing you hath gone?

Is there none to care what my love hath wrought?

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Oh! Bleak is the day.

Hours drifting as shadows so silent.

Terror, agony, come as thee may,

for here I fear not, how violent.

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Broken into the silent night.

Quake! What fear could I show?

Was there ever something I couldn’t loose sight?

Under the stars now, see my woe.

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Alone am I in my icy paradise.

None will reach out and take my hand.

I built these walls, so tall of ice

and covered, in snow so cold, my love.