Like the frozen snow
Like a scorching sun
Like a burning flame
Like the bleeding lamb
I froze, I burn and I bled
Like a flickering light
Seeing you was impossible
Like a slippery fish
Holding you was in vain
Was I not good enough?
Or maybe you didn't deserve me
And the reality of it
Hurt like the flame
And burn like the sun
YOU ARE READING
PASSIONS OF THE HEART
PoetryLines from the heart, out of passion, out of love to you all
