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It's a terrible thing to be cold
Coldhearted
Cold mannered
I didn't smile at you when our eyes chanced to meet
I didn't speak the kind word that could have broken the ice lying between us
No, it isn't anything you did
And I don't believe I am fully to blame either
The waters were already frozen when we each reached the river
You never said hello to me
You never took a step to cross to my side of the room
I'm not mad at you for that
Maybe we will live on without speaking to each other and I can be content with that
But it is in my nature to sit and ponder these thoughts as I do now
And think again what a terrible thing it is to be cold
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
Very descriptive of a (maybe) missed opportunity - really well expressed!
I know it's not really a good thing being cold but I feel like it's a defense mechanism. Loved your poem!