Like a frozen teardrop
I became water in your
touch and the warmth of
your kiss followed me
through the winter nights.
That was but a wish.
I remember, as
a whisper left on my pillow.
The shadow of your memory
fades away upon the breeze.
Its over now,
it must have been a
dream, a long forgotten
wish that never got to
breathe for you took it
back and choked it.
With your lying lips
and cold hearted burn
you killed the passion
with one word. Love!
It hurts still.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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