My blood grows cold
Time only knows
Her loving embrace
Never knew of such a place
No fear, no hate, until that day
I ran and ran and I was still in the same place
I fell to knees and prayed
But nothing changed
I die slowly since that day you told me to stay away
Never knew what pain really was till I woke up and your were gone
The blood of a poets broken heart shows up well on the white page with words that show the cracks and depths of that wounded heart. Keep up the good works.
