David Joel Rodriguez
Cold, My Dear? (2006) - Poem by David Joel Rodriguez
You cried for hours and I did nothing but stare
You asked, 'Why are you not comforting me...? '
Many times I've seen you cry, it is not rare
(Many times, you, were mean to me...)
I really did want to hold you,
That day I saw you crying,
my warm love for you,
it began to cease...
I watched your tears,
they neared your bosom;
they started to freeze.
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