Ice Cold Poem by amy curran
Ice Cold
Ice-cold blood ran through my veins,
she saw my face she saw my pains,
I know no one has no cares,
thats why i sit upon the stairs,
i sit there myself, i sit there alone,
looking through the window; lost and forlorn.
The agony, the sorrow, the misery, the grief,
how can anyone ever believe!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
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