... And Shoot

I let you hold my ice cold hand

Yours was warm and so innocent

You really cared so much for me

I don't think I could say the same

 

All I am are tracks in the sand

A work of art with a dent

A secret box with a lost key

A wild beast with no tame

 

I'm floating and can't find land

Some call me melificent

All I want is to be set free

But I'm stuck in a cruel game

 

So forgive my ice cold hand

My unforgiving resentment

Pleaze hear my agonizing plea

Ther's no time to waist, just aim...

This poem is about: 
Our world

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