The Incomplete Poetess

Heart made of ice

So cold and blue

There's no point to move

Building up the clue

Irony, isn't it?

How the heart burns and burns and suddenly turns to ice?

She thought love was foolishness

Little by little hatred took over its place.

I always had Danie's hand to hold

My best friend or my only friend, I call

His shoulders took my tears all counted

All his advices restored my soul

Where can I fly away from him?

Purely friendship is all I have for him.

Just never having a plan for himself,

I was all that he sees.

'Bestfriend' he calls me

Truest vibe is what I feel.

I pray he be my human tree

Until I leave him free.