I'm like a small cube of ice,
Clear, see-through, and cold.
I'm easy to melt, I'm easy to hold,
I always have done what I've been told.
I'm like a small cube of ice,
Clear, see-through, and cold.
On the outside, that is.
Inside, I'm blurry,
My feelings a jumbled mess,
as I try to ace life's test.
My emotions on hold,
leaving my heart in the cold.
I'm like a small cube of ice,
Clear, see-through, and cold.
If I am ice, then you're the light,
It's warmth melting my coldness away.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
