Monday, June 7, 2010

COLD - free verse

thought i’d be fine and good.

And then some other time, i’d be not.

Memories kills me much,

and that promise that keeps me hanging on.

I ws never sure of this wait I have.

I’m never that contented with what had come.

I’ve seen the difference by soul, by heart.

So I’m stucked and put away, don’t know, so far.

It was sad, It was low and it was bad.

And the feeeling swaed from good to not.

All his kisses and words linger in.

And my heart forever he will win.

He promised he’d always be there.

but then when i come closer he slips away.

Cold, and different, is what he is now.

I’ve lost something never again be found.

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