you are made of stone
so cold like ice
your touch it stings
and cuts like broken glass
your eyes with their piercing glare
looks through me as if i am hollow inside
your step crushes all that is around
stomping life out of everything
your hand commands blood
with every single hateful blow
a bruise hidden so it wont show
your soul shows no warmth
your heart holds no love
forever will you be this way
or will it always be 'I'll change'
life changes people...doesnt remove the memories, but your given new and better ones :) i have a poem like this....abuse is a sensitive subject your words i empathise with...
Give it time, soon it will be human. God has His way of changing unfruitful trees, keep on asking the questions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
woow confronting write, most people are stuck in that 'I'll change' phase..we all want to change something but only few of us actually perform that legendary simplified act