I Write Dark Poetry
Frozen hearts locked away without a key,
No burning candles to help each other clearly see, whatever will be will be,
The dreary winter days haunt each stubborn soul as they both absorb their silent but relentless blows, Fading memories covered within layers of the drifting snow,
Solitude and loneliness sometimes go hand and hand alongside the melancholy and woe,
Groundhog day with no more shadows to find,
The sun now in a constant and endless rewind,
Unable to thaw two people who are forever frozen within another space and another time,
Tears form now like icicles from a photographic still, just pictures covered up within album without a label or a sign,
No more words which comfort or even try to rhyme,
The memory of the lost mind fire aching two lonely hearts,
Just two different souls drifting aimlessly
about who have been carelessly torn apart...
No burning candles to help each other clearly see, whatever will be will be,
The dreary winter days haunt each stubborn soul as they both absorb their silent but relentless blows, Fading memories covered within layers of the drifting snow,
Solitude and loneliness sometimes go hand and hand alongside the melancholy and woe,
Groundhog day with no more shadows to find,
The sun now in a constant and endless rewind,
Unable to thaw two people who are forever frozen within another space and another time,
Tears form now like icicles from a photographic still, just pictures covered up within album without a label or a sign,
No more words which comfort or even try to rhyme,
The memory of the lost mind fire aching two lonely hearts,
Just two different souls drifting aimlessly
about who have been carelessly torn apart...
56-60, M
