I won't trust you or relax
But I'll smile and pretend
And this carapace of ice
Will fool you in the end
You'll think you'll have me won
But you can't own a soul
And when you try to find my heart
You'll find a bleeding hole
©cih06
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.