Winter Man

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A love that leads to cold heartedness.

Submitted: September 29, 2006

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Submitted: September 29, 2006



The winter never gave me a second chance
Her icy, cold hands lead me in a dance
My heart overcome by a sudden pain
I woke up from the dream and never slept again

The radio began to play her every song
It threatened me to run before I knew what was wrong
My life was overturned by this pretty bee
The poison in my veins is still becoming me

Ignorance is fleeting and so is death
I chose what to see and when to catch my breath
A power in its own; the delivery
The hatred that I bare won’t overpower me

The winter like a rose of decisive fear
To clutch it draws my blood but its beauty’s clear
The winter at the end of every street
To look back once again will only bring the heat

The winter in the midst of a man of hate
His icy, cold grip remembers it’s too late
The winter ever dancing within his eyes
The aura of his loss subsiding when he dies

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