David Wicks

Rookie (09/02/91 / Delnor)

Cold - Poem by David Wicks

Cold is your heart,
You creature of darkness,
You soulless person of hate!
I loved you, you hurt me,
Now you want me back
But now it is too late!

You told me all of what you thought of me
That day long ago!
And now you'll never have me back,
For my love for you has withered so.

I hope you live and die alone,
And as your body decays to bone,
Not a tear is shed for your wicked soul,
And for none of your achievements shall you receive extol.

Comments about Cold by David Wicks

  • (3/20/2006 4:47:00 PM)

    Bitter but brillant!

    Best wishes
    Purple Rose
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  • (3/20/2006 4:33:00 PM)

    Your writing is amazing dear but still it makes you seem so sad and i hate it when your sad... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 13, 2008

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