My eyes were glued closed,
Against the frosty wind,
My nearly frozen toes,
Told me here, I was pinned,
The darkness ate me up,
While all I could do was sigh,
I wish I had the luck,
To instead of torture, just die,
But I sat there waiting,
To finally be let free,
There I still sat dating,
The frozen solid sea.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! Ça Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ¡¡¡¡
Icy cold, Take me alive. Kill me with, Your dagger of ice. Snowdrifts build up, I watch my breath crystallize. Death will be upon me When I close my eyes.
'twas a cold winters night. All bluster and blizzard. Snow down my neck, toes like fingers of ice. The wind found it's way through clothing and skin. Wheeling and stealing the breath from my mouth.
Yes she's still breathing, Yes she's still here. Just because you don't care Doesn't mean she can disappear. Yes she's still standing, Yes she has a life.
Waves tore heartlessly at the little white light house, scratching away it's damp paint work and wrecking the potted flowers placed elegantly on the doorstep.
Blinding me. Cuts on my body. It's pitch back out. On a Sunday morning. Can't walk without tripping. I stumble back inside. Winds howling through the house. Dust piercing me. It's everywhere.
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