kaydra townsend Poems

The chill as it touched my arm
The burn as it cut my skin
The ice sliding though flesh
The blood pouring from within
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Your heart is on fire
Burning through my mask
Scorching the walls around my heart
Melting the glass
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(when i wrote this {along time ago} i don't remember it it was meant as poem or a song)

He says he loves me, so why am I here
He wants to be with me, that much is clear
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