Ice is coming
My friend
So many years have passed
And all our dreams outlast
Its creeping pace
But something is rising
In their place
It’s only ice

Ice is coming
My love
Its slithering through our veins
And our warmth is not contained
It slips away
With the breaking of the sun
Another day
It’s only ice

Ice becomes you
My soul
Glance exchanged at daybreak
Hides the loss of pure heartache
It wasn’t there
That belief that you
Might care
You’re only ice

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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