by Joey Sett Brady

Created on: November 28, 2009

When you leave me

And I chase you like a broken beggar child

Remember this, my muse

Hanging on your beautiful Victorian house

I am an icicle frozen and waiting

For the day that you come outside and notice me

You bask in my prisms of light

Smile as the glint of sunlight reflects in your eyes

While I grasp to hold on,

melting and swaying in the cold wind,

drops of water like tear drops fall to your feet

I long to remain and give you pleasure

But You watch as I break

Shattering to pieces on the frozen ground

Emotionless you leave

already thinking of the next

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