This feeling inside,
it won't seem to go,
porcelain and pewter on
my heart,
in islands of fog and snow
that gather within
until I'm
chilled to the bone,
and this arctic heart
shivers lightly,
wishing to be left alone,
yet this longing
threatens to devour me,
a confusion in my mind,
until I'm nothing but
dewdrops of nostalgia—
a melted smear
is all I'll leave behind.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
