He tells warm lies through lips as cold as frost,
while his eyes cast frigid glares.
His backhanded barbs, sharp as steel,
strike like ice crystals in your heart.
Infidelity coats upon him like a sheen of ice.
Beauty and slippery deceit, rolled into one.
And yet, you stand, as a woman made of snow,
not truly seeing, not speaking out.
You slowly die, waiting for him to thaw.
A snowball in the hands of Hades stands a better chance,
than you, to win his heart.
For within his veins runs soiled slush
and his soul is an Arctic wind.
while his eyes cast frigid glares.
His backhanded barbs, sharp as steel,
strike like ice crystals in your heart.
Infidelity coats upon him like a sheen of ice.
Beauty and slippery deceit, rolled into one.
And yet, you stand, as a woman made of snow,
not truly seeing, not speaking out.
You slowly die, waiting for him to thaw.
A snowball in the hands of Hades stands a better chance,
than you, to win his heart.
For within his veins runs soiled slush
and his soul is an Arctic wind.
Chilling Truths.
ReplyDeleteVery strong emotions run through the poem.
Good work.