What is this?
What are these foreign, frigid objects
That graze my skin
This feels like déjà vu
Though I never knew I could
Feel this confused with you
Who knew?
My mind runs questions longer
Than the Egyptian Nile
I smile and look at you
But you’re not the same
Your touch is so cold
Leaving icicles in my veins
Not to mention that chilling sensation
That travels to my brain
Like a tingled touch tracing my spine
Yet this is quite different
This is quite frightening
The one I thought I knew is
Intertwined in this blizzard of emotion
My other senses give me
Reassurance along the way
But when you touch me, it’s so cold
It becomes torrid
We grew so icy
Wouldn’t you say?
Or is it too much of me to ask
For you to see it my way?
Our hearts have turned frozen
And wouldn’t you agree
Your touch gets colder
As I get a numbing grasp on reality
You’re not here with me
And I must defrost
Each and every time
At the most awkward moments
Your cold fingertips always find a way
To cross my mind


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I love it, love it, love it! Awesome…. such deep, inner, soul-stirring talent! Keep ‘em coming!!
thanks!! I’m so glad you like it!
That’s deep…
Thanks! Yeah….I was going through some things on this one.