Un poema, un sentimiento: Ice and blood

Ice and blood

I built myself a heart of ice,

one that would never melt.

I put up a wall when no tears were left

and believed it would all be fine.

How could I be such a fool,

not to notice you would slowly stab me?

Once the barrier was a little loose,

it would be your chance to kill me.

I should've known better

than to let my blood turn cold.

Now I'm gently freezing

with the feeling you left behind.

Why is it that I can't be loved?

What else do I need?

I put my heart and soul

into everything I do

and gain nothing.

I'll try to build another wall,

just so you can come and dodge it.

I'll shout at you to stay away, to be with me,

in the silence distance between us.

I'll let you destroy me,

just one more time,

and then I'll return

with the blood a little bit colder.

I should've stopped this from happening.

I guess I'm weak.

I guess I'm stupid and immature.

I cry for losing something

I never had.

They would wish me good luck

for having such a frozen heart.

You can only mean more harm,

though I try to stay back.

The fortress is useless, it keeps me alone.

Alone but not safe, as it is supposed.

Maybe my pain will be left undisclosed,

and no one will be by my side at dawn.

Y ahora algo propio del veranito (siento la depresión chicos ^-^):

¡¡Un besoo!! <3