Cold,
Staring,
Yet I can still touch you,
To feel the hidden warmth,
Radiating within your heart,
That seems like coal,
But only a thin layer,
To protect your golden sympathy,
That is your true heart,
To those you wish to reveal it,
I was fortunate,
To be one of those souls,
Before you faded,
To feel the love you hide,
Behind your dying eyes,
As your world falls,
You continue to light mine,
Touching my conscious,
With tendrils of hope,
You've long since forgotten,
Stuffed under your bed,
With cracked glasses,
And spilled bourbon,
But you wouldn't let me see it,
Wouldn't let me see you,
So damaged and broken,
Yet I saw your face,
Brush the surface of the lake,
Cold,
Staring,
And I'll never be able to touch you again.
-R.G.
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Broken Spirit(Complete)
PoetryThis was the collection for me to vent in. The collection that would catch all my negativity and portray it for the world to read. Hope all you happy people enjoy my broken spirit.
