"Ice instead of heart.
Aren't you cold?
That's why you never cry.
Does it hurt?
All your kisses were lies.
Do you even have a soul?
I can see it in your eyes.
Is that why you never smile?
You've never cried.
Do you even loved me,
Ice king of mine?"
Poetry for the heartless and...
By LeslieWriting
My poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless. More