So poetically inadequate.
Stiff fingers scrawl words,
Hearts race and chillbumps crawl,
No warmth on the soul.
No dreams, you took them all.
I’m picturing your smile
Flirting across your lips.
Are you thinking of me?
Or is she on your mind,
Your half-friend,
Ex-girlfriend, first love?
And I thought you’d sweep me
Off my feet, how wrong could I be.
No furtive smiles, no secrets
In your eyes?
You really have nothing to hide?
Why don’t I believe you.
It’s not like you’ve never lied.
My body is cold, lacking outer heat,
But if you were nearby,
You could be keeping me warm.
Roses wilt and fade,
Need I carry on this tirade?
Because diamonds always sparkle,
But I always seem to fade
Into black, into the back.
Has the ground never shook
Beneath your feet?
Would I be the first
To notice the brewing tempest?
Do you want me to be a
Beguiling temptress? Because
Being me does not seem to be
Attention grabbing.
And you think I’ve got
A heart made of stone,
But you’re so wrong, so blind,
And you’ve crossed a line.
So no more games, give me
Something more, hold me in
Your arms, not letting go.
Warm up my frozen skin,
Help me move again.
Kiss my lips, let me taste
What causes my heart to race.
