my newest work in progress

[mrscarter]

If it were to turn any colder,
My tears would be snowflakes,
Falling from the bloodcicles
From your iced heart.

Cracked, chipped and hollow,
Yet i will wait for tomorrow,
To scream my words of sorrow:
"A broken heart can only break
An even more iced heart."

Shattered hearts might mend in time,
If not yours, than never mine.
Black velvet ribbons can only hide,
All the pain thats left inside.

sometimes im so happy i got myself out of kalamazoo. . . from what i have learned, this town only knows pain, sorrow and broken hearts