Your words make me cry -
they cut like fire, like ice.
Chill my heart's core,
frozen to a solid piece.
I blink away tears,
they crash frozen to the floor.
Dust motes waft on aimless journeys
around this contorted room.
My heart's peace,
fresh awoken to break anew.
Bleed warm tears, feels like blood
between the cracks in the boards.
The long wait of good not great.
The quiet desperation in every life,
pain echoes through the ages.
Seeking warmth and comfort -
ease by the fire.
Only I watch my frozen heart.
Ice melts, and my blood runs solid.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
Chill my heart's core,
frozen to a solid piece.
I blink away tears,
they crash frozen to the floor.
Dust motes waft on aimless journeys
around this contorted room.
My heart's peace,
fresh awoken to break anew.
Bleed warm tears, feels like blood
between the cracks in the boards.
The long wait of good not great.
The quiet desperation in every life,
pain echoes through the ages.
Seeking warmth and comfort -
ease by the fire.
Only I watch my frozen heart.
Ice melts, and my blood runs solid.
© Jennifer Phillips (All rights reserved)
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Love the line- "the long wait of good not great"
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