it's like ice
the contents of my heart
shaded in black, but filled in with red
I'm contrite
as I begin to embark
categorizing all the thoughts in my head
tattered are the corners
jagged the edge
torn from the pages of a fairytale
it's like ice
the contents of my heart
shaded in black, but filled in with red
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
Red ice, tasty. Black ice, dangerous. Yep, I think that sums up my impressions of your tasty, dangerous heart, my friend. Lol.
This is wonderful, Kelli <3 Love it
I love the effect of the repetition.Creates a good sense of tension!