Water to Ice
Stagnate is the water,
I drink of you,
Hope, you take from my mouth,
dreams not from you.
How was I supposed to know,
the thief inside thee?
Trust, I kept to myself,
but then I couldn't see.
You dream of past be-comings,
dreams of truths,
You, the knife I stab me,
in wombs of Ruth.
You lead me through your forest,
now you've left me lost,
Warmth, a distant memory,
nothing here but frost.
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