A shield of turbulence,
Protects your ego, your modesty.
Your body is as smooth and hard as marble-
And inside lies a heart made up of ice.
Your cold stare can freeze the wildest of river,
The counted words that come of your mouth,
Cuts like a knife on raw flesh.
Once a lover, but now a statue of stone-
And I have sacrificed myself to make your heart melt.
I have cried a river at our loss,
But you are too cold and inert to care.
Gone are those days of love and laughter.
Gone are those instances of trust and faith.
Protects your ego, your modesty.
Your body is as smooth and hard as marble-
And inside lies a heart made up of ice.
Your cold stare can freeze the wildest of river,
The counted words that come of your mouth,
Cuts like a knife on raw flesh.
Once a lover, but now a statue of stone-
And I have sacrificed myself to make your heart melt.
I have cried a river at our loss,
But you are too cold and inert to care.
Gone are those days of love and laughter.
Gone are those instances of trust and faith.
