Her indifference kills me.
The slightest glance,
all I need
but it’s as difficult
to find as a rainbow.
Her coldness chills me.
A warm touch or word
All I ask
But they’re as likely
As hell seeking snow.
Now...
The spell is broken,
the enchantment no more.
Bored with this shit,
feeling bruised and sore
… I go.
david e golledge
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goodbye-200/
