Coldstone

random poem from the top of my head......about someone i once loved....a long time ago

Cold stone touch from his fingers linger on the back of neck..

the traces of his smell fill my nose and the deep rasp of his voice rings in my ear...

The tears he once cried on my shoulder have now dried...

i wonder to myself will  i ever see him again? will i ever get to hold him again....love him again...

then i realize the man i crave is the man he ever was...

The true him was poisonous like African Viper....

Cold like the Hudson bay

and harsh like an Northern Winter.

The whispers of His insults sharp like a blade slice through my esteem

his fists come down quicker then falling boulders

his kicks as swift and quick like a man in a FIFA game

but one day i will raise from the ashes strong and burning with passion

to show him i am not as cold as he is,,,

Author's Note

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