Cold to the touch

by HollywoodSmile   Mar 19, 2007


Your voice

chills my blood
freezes my veins
is as meaningless in tone as wood
is what begins my pain

your face

two icy pools of blue
a soft tongue of warmth
pale skin
a structure so simple, so common
yet causes the birth of complex and cruel feelings

your hands

soft yet rough
glide over my surface
flawlessly

and without you

my corpse is cold
to the touch

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  • 16 years ago

    by Silent Screams

    Wow! Fantastic! ^^ 5/5 Once again!

    ~Ally

  • 16 years ago

    by mier

    Wow! This poem kept me captivated right from the beginning to the end... Amazing choice of words and enchanting flow of words... The image potrayed in the poem is intense with great imaginary...

    a soft tongue of warmth
    pale skin
    a structure so simple, so common
    yet causes the birth of complex and cruel feelings

    Great work! 5/5 from me...

  • 16 years ago

    by NeferNoir

    Nice! Very unique style of writing.. :)

  • 17 years ago

    by David

    Well i liked it more than the member b4. i gave you a 5/5, like always. this poem was written perfectly.

    5/5 david

  • 17 years ago

    by Nobodys Hero

    Nice job
    This was a good poem
    =-)

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