You don't like me, that much is clear,
A wall of ice, your heart holds fear.
Why the anger, burning so bright?
The love is lost, a faded dream,
The spark is out, it no longer gleams.
But why the ice, so sharp and cold?
I hear you clear, it's time to say goodnight,
To walk alone, beneath different light.
So I'll move on, with a tearful sigh,
But wonder still, why the icy sigh?
West Java, April 2024
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Little Nasty One from the Island
PoetryThese are the poems I wrote during my healing journey after a painful breakup.
