Post by Kenja on Dec 18, 2004 4:04:21 GMT -5
What was once a frozen fortress,
is now a melted pool.
This soul is warm and loving,
no longer dark and cool.
You simply had to do it.
Your words infect my heart.
You charged towards me in savage rage,
and tore the ice apart.
Yet one thing's kind of funny.
And it's something I must say.
As much as I may curse it,
I hope this feeling stays.
My life fin'ly has meaning.
Everything seems right.
You've given me my hope back,
and restored my will to fight.
Now I know where you came from.
And when I see the moon above,
suddenly it hits me,
I know that I'm in love.
I call this feeling icky.
And here' what you should know.
The way you make me feel,
is something I can't show.
The truth is that I love you,
and that will never cease.
Knowing that I'll hear your voice,
fills my life with peace.
This is what I'm saying,
and I may seem like a fool.
But after all we've been through,
you've become my heart and soul.
forgive me, dark poems are my specialty. not very good with icky poems.
is now a melted pool.
This soul is warm and loving,
no longer dark and cool.
You simply had to do it.
Your words infect my heart.
You charged towards me in savage rage,
and tore the ice apart.
Yet one thing's kind of funny.
And it's something I must say.
As much as I may curse it,
I hope this feeling stays.
My life fin'ly has meaning.
Everything seems right.
You've given me my hope back,
and restored my will to fight.
Now I know where you came from.
And when I see the moon above,
suddenly it hits me,
I know that I'm in love.
I call this feeling icky.
And here' what you should know.
The way you make me feel,
is something I can't show.
The truth is that I love you,
and that will never cease.
Knowing that I'll hear your voice,
fills my life with peace.
This is what I'm saying,
and I may seem like a fool.
But after all we've been through,
you've become my heart and soul.
forgive me, dark poems are my specialty. not very good with icky poems.
