My body was scorching with the intense heat of desire, longing.
But now, I feel exceedingly cold within.
Just like the renowned Ice Queen
Whose trust in humanity was broken to her chagrin,
Ever since you committed the venial sin
Of ignoring the Garden of Love I was tending
My fragile heart needs immediate mending.
I find it hard to breathe
As the heavy air stifled my breathing
Forcing myself to stop pining,
Numbing my broken soul and my bruised feelings.
I gave you my all but what did it yield?
Nothing but a small glance,
A modicum of chance
Whenever you see fit.
Now I’m nothing but a ghost in the shell.
Living in a limbo,
Trapped in a Nightmare on Elm Street.
Oh please, I beg for my release.
Unchain me and let me be free.
Love Me, Desire Me, or Let Me Be.
What will it be?
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