These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)


I call you ‘Ice’
Because only you dared meet my warmth
With frozen indifference
Was it my fault?
Should have never denied you my name
So I could still say yours.
But it‘s done.
You’re not frozen
But I don’t exist.

So be it.

2002 July 23
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