this needs a lot of work. much revisions and possibly additions. most likely doesn't follow many rules of poetry either. oh well. i am a little rusty so i guess it works.
the air so cold it could pierce
my skin, so delicate.
the face i wear is fierce.
from my eye, falls a droplet.
it's all a masquerade
as i watch my life fade.
hearts as black as coal.
i find it hard to see.
a lost and troubled soul.
what is left for me?
but could you watch me go?
my skin as white as snow.
like ten different people
trapped in a single figure.
i'd soon climb the tallest steeple,
begging God, "take me to the azure,".
when i've forgotten who i am,
you bring me right back again.
love found in the most curious of places,
hidden from the world in secrecy.
a never ending chase.
who holds my heart and the key?
someday, i'll figure everything out.
until then, please hold me from my doubt.
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