All That I Can Say
swiftly pierced,
by cupid's loaded bow,
wrapped up in ribbons,
but the bleeding doesn't slow,
winter's breath,
upon a tear streaked face,
leaving icy marks,
of love as thin as lace,
to love the summer sun,
is to give the snow away,
for springs thorns and buds,
to bloom a warmer day,
and when the icy wind,
tore us apart,
you quickly found another,
to warm your long dead heart...
uh... sorry...
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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