sometimes i like to imagine
your eyes a little less icy;
maybe like the sea;
or a punnet of blueberries.
but, my darling,
something has turned you cold.
you're not the same anymore.
you are sharp and not like the you
i knew
you are different.
and i don't think i like it.
YOU ARE READING
where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.
Poetrywriting like i'm running out of time; like i need it to survive.
