Falling (January 27, 2013)

She is sweet to me
More delectable than ice cream
Her heart is not as cold
Yearning to defrost my soul
I am the dweller of an icy cellar
Surrounded by frigid sorrow
A glimpse of love and passion
I close my eyes and dream
She lowers the rope for me
A tight grip needed to ascend, to be free
I slip and descend deeper into the pit
The black is all I see

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