Winter Chill, by *~Mik@y1@~* Subscribe to rss feed for  *~Mik@y1@~*

I’m sitting here
Warmed by the fire
Burning oh so bright.
It warms, but doesn’t erase the cold
Lying on my heart.

Tears fall on my cheeks.
Little icicles. 
Making tracks,
Freezing in little pictures
That tell a sad story.

I was so sure you were the one.
Now I don’t know.
You seemed so perfect.
Everything I wanted.
Now the imperfection does show.

Do you still love me?
I can’t tell.
My heart and my mind—
In a state of confusion,
Trying to sort out where everything fell.

I long to feel the warm of your arms.
I never really did.
I wanted to.
Oh so bad,
You acted like such a kid.

I was dying to feel your kiss.
Warmth does start from there.
However, you had other thoughts.
Your other beliefs,
Made my heart start to tear.

We used to be so warm.
It was like early summer.
But seasons were skipped
We flew straight to winter.
It was such a painful bummer.

I pack on layers.
The chill doesn’t go away.
Crying silently, all to myself.
Behind my eyes, 
The tears refuse to stay.

I close my eyes.
Gaze into the past.
I see nothing.
Just complete blackness.
I feel like such an outcast.

Just a brush of your hand.
Used to be
More than enough.
It warmed my whole body.
Now it’s almost nothing to me.

Long and hard I searched.
To find you in the storm.
The snow was heavy.
The wind harsh.
It made hopelessness form.

My life is back
To the way it was before you.
I hope we’re still in love.
I want you to still be mine
But the chill left so much residue.  ©
Posted: 2009-11-02 21:37:42 UTC

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2009-11-09 07:29:36//Stillsilent//
Perfect!!! Outstanding poem. Love it!