I would give my whole heart to tee only thee has my whole
heart already, twisting the veins around like a strangling vine. So cold is
thee, my fingers bleed from thee’s frozen touch.
I am still the man stumbling through this fog along this
river, ice thick enough for me to walk on water.
When will it all thaw on this day of love?
How can I give something to thee I’ve willingly given
already, lost now in a fog of my own creation?
Thee loves me not, giving to me the opposite of what love
is, not flowers or candy, through Cupid’s barb still clings to where it has
pierced me.
I give it all, again and again. It is just not enough to
thaw this slippery slope I slip down.
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