My blood,
Runs cold,
At the mention,
Of your name.
My tears,
Turn to ice,
When I think,
Of you.
When I look,
In the mirror,
Your reflection,
Turns to dust.
I carve your name,
In stone,
As a constant reminder,
Of pain,
Forever.......
© thelma migue, 2009
I so feel you sister, nice delivery.
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