I am cold
I do not feel
Your warmth beside me.
The sharp, jagged
edges
of ice
all around
freeze
my cold
black
heart.
It moves
and stills,
threatening
to stop
at any minute.
If it
dies
and I am
gone-
will you still remember
the cold,
cold
ME,
the girl
with
the black heart?
Friday, September 15, 2006
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