COLD HEARTED
Killing my heart
The longer I let you live in it
The more walls you tear down
Causing me to build stronger ones
Reinforced to keep anything out.
Hard has a rock I have become.
Error ways are the practice of your persona.
No matter how much love is given to help ward off those negative notions,
The more pain find ways to pierce with the sharpest of blades.
Slicing the core of my soul into pieces.
How much more can I take?
How much more will you do?
Once and for all i remove this caring ability
And replace it with cold stone.
Unable to be touched by anyone.
A heart so full of heat has now died down to a freezing mass of ice.
Heavy it is but I'm now strong enough to carry it
For you I no longer care for.
JenOfPoetry 'Metaphorically Speaking'
17/30/15
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem