Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Poem : Wronged

Like a blast of ice,

That freezes metal

And makes it so cold

That it nips on mere touch

Your eyes gaze upon me.

It’s not that hate fuels them

But it’s the love that pours so generously from them,

Or maybe it’s my guilt

That pricks me from within

Because I know that you love me

And you’ve been wronged.

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