Winter takes me by the hand again,
leading me into ever-night,
filling my soul with frost and ice,
bidding me to feel no more.
I am a creature of Winter,
the Ice Queen of Hearts -
cruel and bitter am I,
with mercy and compassion lost.
I feel the chill inside me,
the Winter Wind is what I breathe -
flowers die upon my touch,
and hearts turn to ice.
I feel nothing but the frost within me -
I feel neither love nor hate,
I feel neither sadness nor joy;
I am numb and without a heart.
Look upon me now and you will see
the loathsome creature that I am,
something you never wanted me to be -
a consequence of loving you.
Critique?
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Whenever I read your poetry, my creativity gets kinda prodded... I think it's probably cause of the amazing imagery in your poems.
As always, i don't have anything negative to say.
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Striking
I liked this a lot. I also enjoyed the boldness involved. -makes me want to read more. great job!
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