Mab's Mad Musings

my cold heart.

you can see me coming from a mile away.

the birds begin to sing

the grass dances in the wind

everything dead becomes living again


you can see me comnig from a mile away

i plant seeds of hatred for myself

i replace the books on your shelf

i replace heaven with hell

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i've turned cold, i am getting old, for happieness i mourn,

dont let me unfold, don't let my story be told, before God i've
sworn.

i hate my heart, it feels only love,
so i'll do as i please, to unleash this dove,
cry if i may, cry if i might
mourn dears of hate before me, your pain, my delight

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i hope this is ok. i took about 15 minutes to type this up. i'm just
trying to show you how much i liked your poem, by giving you a
unique one of mine :)

i figure it's a good sign of how much i liked reading yours :D

-Nick