Poems and Stuff Part 2

Stone Cold

There comes a time when one's heart grows cold,
to endure the lashes that are being thrown.

It gets hard to beat around the wounds that cut too deep,
so a protective shield has been grown.

In an icy cage the heart is locked up tight and secure,
to keep the pain from seeping through.

Once the embrace of these cold walls clutches it,
there is no chance of it loving someone like you.

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Things are different now that I have opened my eyes,
seeing through parts that are dead but still alive.

I have awoken from the painful dream that has kept me asleep,
and now I am more than satisfied.

It's much easier to breathe now that we're safe from your pain,
and can never again be possessed.

Stone cold is what this cut and beaten heart has become,
as it sits silent and still in my icy chest.