Her
Sweet words fall of her lips, though ice runs through to her fingertips.
Her eyes they pierce into my heart, though that is what makes it all fall apart.
She tries to light my world with love, but does nothing more than shoot out the bulbs.
Killing me softly I say nothing more, but retreat to my mind a thing that she loves but also abhors.
She want me wholly but that's More than I'd give, Inside my heart is where he words live
This poem is about:
Me