Cold shards of ice pierced

The very centre of my heart

The way you spoke to me

Every word just tore me apart

Blackened flames envelope me

Shot from your callous blue soul

I’m burnt me to a crisp

My feelings tumble out of control

That love you had given me

It was born in the wings of a dove

You’ve shot it from the skies

Blood-red rain drops fall from above

I gave you my heart, my very soul

It was yours to keep from the start

Now it lays battered and bruised

You might as well finish ripping it apart

I’d held you, clasped to my chest

Together we had been warm and strong

In the cradle of these two arms

That was where I thought you’d belong

Now the thorns of reality tear at my flesh

No more do I see loves red rose

I am rendered a jokers fool

I am left with a bloody nose

No more will I feel my loves breath

The life and hope it had given me

Deep inside I mourn my death

As I clasp a single black rose

 

© Phil Golding 05/08