Post by ozran on Apr 16, 2012 9:59:40 GMT -5
Melted Popsicle
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Like loves ironic truth it was hard to keep you.
A sweet strawberry popsicle seemed so right.
I would see you some times glimmering in the moon light.
But cruel fate it seems would see this cool figure a melted dream.
If only we lived in a winter wonder land
Where a sweet red icicle you would stay in my hand
To keep you there I too would need to be cold so as I tightly grip we mold.
But alas is sadness it seems
The warmer I get the less of you I see.
Melting away like a bloody tears
Left with a wooden stick after all of these years.
Where did my strawberry popsicle go it seems.
I melted it with my foolish dreams.
A popsicle like that needs no beach or warm outer thing
Just a place where it can freeze.
Trying to reach the center I killed the delight
And now a puddle lay where a sweet strawberry popsicle used to glimmer in the light.
And I long for coldness as warmth is no longer a delight.
Good bye my sweet. As puddle I see you. A reflection of me shines back.
But as you fade away so will I, as my heat evaporates our lives.
A reflection that slowly leaves
A popcicle that bleeds.
I love you my strawberry popcicle, that will never change.
I love you my strawberry popcicle, again and again.
- by Sterling april 16, 2012
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Like loves ironic truth it was hard to keep you.
A sweet strawberry popsicle seemed so right.
I would see you some times glimmering in the moon light.
But cruel fate it seems would see this cool figure a melted dream.
If only we lived in a winter wonder land
Where a sweet red icicle you would stay in my hand
To keep you there I too would need to be cold so as I tightly grip we mold.
But alas is sadness it seems
The warmer I get the less of you I see.
Melting away like a bloody tears
Left with a wooden stick after all of these years.
Where did my strawberry popsicle go it seems.
I melted it with my foolish dreams.
A popsicle like that needs no beach or warm outer thing
Just a place where it can freeze.
Trying to reach the center I killed the delight
And now a puddle lay where a sweet strawberry popsicle used to glimmer in the light.
And I long for coldness as warmth is no longer a delight.
Good bye my sweet. As puddle I see you. A reflection of me shines back.
But as you fade away so will I, as my heat evaporates our lives.
A reflection that slowly leaves
A popcicle that bleeds.
I love you my strawberry popcicle, that will never change.
I love you my strawberry popcicle, again and again.
- by Sterling april 16, 2012