What I Do To Her
she's an adhesive liason
giving her vindictive criticism
but i miss the way she was
way back when
back to before she gave in
to something for me
to being everything i created her to be
back to before her heart turned to a blizzard
my hands are cold my face is frozen
but its my fault because i wanted the choice
she has chosen
i watch her tears turn to an icecicle
dropping far past a wicked fury in her eyes
she use to smile and have the sweetest dimple
know she cant feel or cry
she use to be happy
i dont know what she's turning into
since she met me
and i dont know what i should do
to get her back to
the way she use to be
poem by Chip Reed
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