just befor i write this out i just wanted to say i did this when i was going through a bad case of the creepy love......... she was a friend of mine....lol..... but well she never cared about any of my poems to her sept for "Cuts for life" so anyway here ya go! The Cold
It is cold here!
I see her from across the way,
She is so pretty I wish to hold her.
I see her love walking to wards her!
I feel the hate,
The pain of what used to be mine!
Why did she chose him?
Why not my love to keep her?
I feel the steal in my hands,
It is as cold as the night!
I know what I want!
I want her to be mine!
I wait until they walk past where I stand!
The blood is hot!
The blood is sticky!
That sweet tang of iron!
He is no more!
She is no more!
I walk away,
Slowly walk to the place I met her,
That bridge where she stopped
That gate to my peace.
Now I am there!
And now I fly!
Freely I fly down into the cold,
Into the darkness,
Now I am at my peace.
