My Cold Lonely Heart
The only thing colder than the brisk of winter
Is my lonely heart which has remained abandoned
Very few of those who enter my tragic life
Earn their spot as someone who changed it for the better
As I feel the icy wind brush against my face
I am reminded of the changing of seasons
How people fall away like autumn leaves
Never to be seen again, their promises, unfulfilled
Once upon a time, my heart was warm and happy
And each time the knife plunged into my chest
The shield became a little bit weaker
Until finally, it shattered and disappeared
The arctic air rushed in and froze it in place
Numbing and freezing it to the rest of the world
So that were the knife to strike again
It would only crack, and not break
Pain no longer to be felt, nor pleasure
Feelings can either be completely turned off
Or felt full force in all of their highs and lows
So which is better than the other?
That is the story, of my cold lonely heart
And the question of being thawed
Remains to be seen for the future
When the seasons change once more
Copyright © Harmony Lane | Year Posted 2023
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