So cold
I can see it in your eyes
Your heart not of glass
Something hidden
Something sinister
Reveal to me why you hate so much
Reveal to me why your skins touch burns from cold
Your stare of fire and hate
But that’s not reflected from inside
Your heart in its mirror like bliss
Oh sweet friend why so bitter?
A contest entry
- Shards of Diamond by VoltaicHypnosis.
650 points, ended October 5, 9 entries
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