Forbid Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I write about you.
And some thing I say
aren't as fair
as they seemed.
You're confused and hurting.
Her me.
Me her.
Her me.
But now she forbids
any connection with me
makes you say things
that aren't true.
She's smart.
If you listen
her plan will work perfectly.
You will loose interest
and forget all about me.
And when that day comes,
and I fear it will be soon,
a piece of my heart will turn black
and die.
But until that day comes,
I will enjoy
every glance
and every smile.
Though they are few
and far inbetween
I'll live.
I guess.


Nov.-19-09