An Ice-Cold Heart
The blanket of winter
Looks like a snowy glaze
Over the ordinary scenery
Icicles hanging around
And snow-topped trees
The beautiful landscape
Too perfect to describe
The embrace of snowflakes
To one’s own face
As they fall from the sky
The slight feeling of wetness
As it melts to your heart
Everything is immaculate
The happiest time
Of your whole life
And in all your bliss
You tended to miss
The signs that something was amiss
Until you hear the news
That your friend had died,
Not by murder, by suicide
And your heart slowly became
A piece of frozen-hard ice
Written on January 3, 2021
Copyright © Dylan Ravenclaw | Year Posted 2021
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