The chill of death wont leave my body.
Am I forever doomed to shake with cold that doesn't exist?
The heat of metal doesn't let out the cold.
The heat of day doesn't warm this tortured soul.
The cold won't leave,
I'm forever doomed,
To be cold inside.
My tears that leak out from under my eyelids,
provide no warmth.
My body shakes with memory of that warm night.
The cold won't leave,
I'm forever doomed,
To be cold inside.
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Written June 19th, 2005
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yep there was. But i've decided to shove the memory far into my mind so that its like it was never there. It has actually worked quite well. Thanks for the comment though.
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I love it!!!
That's better than the first one I commented on, may I ask if there is really something that is haunting your memories? -
I'd rather not. I just want to forget. But I guess that'll never happen...I'll just stay numb i guess...thanks for the idea though. No problem..it was a good story. thanks for commenting on my poem.
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I can see a memory is really haunting you. I always find it best to write out that memory and share it...just to get it out.
Good write and thanks for commenting on my story


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