Posted in original, Relationship

Like Ice

Walking down the street on a cold night with you

My hands were cold and I thought yours must be too.

So I took your hand and held it tightly

But I realised almost immediately.

It was not your hands that were cold

It was your heart that was like ice, which I knew I could never hold.

©Maria Michaela

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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