My heart must be made of ice,
Numbed to all feeling.
My head says, 'it'll be okay.'
'Move on.'
...
I think I might hate you.
Certainly I do.
Everywhere I am,
so is my feeling of hate for you.
...
I am aspiring to be a writer. I am well aware that my poetry is not very good, but I really want to improve because it is what I love doing. Any feedback negative or positive would be greatly appreciated by all.)
Walls Of Ice
My heart must be made of ice,
Numbed to all feeling.
My head says, 'it'll be okay.'
'Move on.'
But my heart, hidden behind walls of ice,
Will never hear the message.