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 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

©Philip Golding 07/08