Hold Me Coldly
By: L.B. Carter
(May 3, 2006)
Hold me coldly,
and maybe Ill break.
Then tell me boldly
that my heart is yours to take.
Rock me rough,
and laugh as I shatter to dust.
Tell me Im not that tough,
and too weak to back down from lust.
You know your hearts desire
is to break me down to nothing.
You wish to take me higher
only to leave the child in me wanting.
The child is gone now,
and only the innocent notions of destiny remain.
Ive learned that nothing is sacred within a vow,
and that my navet was in vain.
Or maybe Im a hardened child,
and that hardness protects me from the chill.
Come freeze, or storm, or passion wild,
I will be protected from a bitter kill.
Maybe just a jaded woman.
Yes, that would explain a lot
about the way Ive grown
to fall so deep into a darkened plot.
Youve sat back and delighted
in every phase of my demise.
You know my curiosity is easily ignited
by the drop of a word or the flash of your eyes.
Youve known for many years,
yes youve known longer than me,
that the way to my soul is through tears.
So have it your way, and hold me coldly.
Copyright2006 L.B. Carter
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In other news, I decided after much thought, more tears, and talking for a few hours with a dear friend... that my well-being and sobriety are more important at this point in time than dealing with the bullshit handed out (ever-so-freely and generously) by the fucking school. I don't feel I can handle it right now and retain any measure of sanity or sobriety, so I'm not going back. Not for a while anyhow.
By: L.B. Carter
(May 3, 2006)
Hold me coldly,
and maybe Ill break.
Then tell me boldly
that my heart is yours to take.
Rock me rough,
and laugh as I shatter to dust.
Tell me Im not that tough,
and too weak to back down from lust.
You know your hearts desire
is to break me down to nothing.
You wish to take me higher
only to leave the child in me wanting.
The child is gone now,
and only the innocent notions of destiny remain.
Ive learned that nothing is sacred within a vow,
and that my navet was in vain.
Or maybe Im a hardened child,
and that hardness protects me from the chill.
Come freeze, or storm, or passion wild,
I will be protected from a bitter kill.
Maybe just a jaded woman.
Yes, that would explain a lot
about the way Ive grown
to fall so deep into a darkened plot.
Youve sat back and delighted
in every phase of my demise.
You know my curiosity is easily ignited
by the drop of a word or the flash of your eyes.
Youve known for many years,
yes youve known longer than me,
that the way to my soul is through tears.
So have it your way, and hold me coldly.
Copyright2006 L.B. Carter
------------
In other news, I decided after much thought, more tears, and talking for a few hours with a dear friend... that my well-being and sobriety are more important at this point in time than dealing with the bullshit handed out (ever-so-freely and generously) by the fucking school. I don't feel I can handle it right now and retain any measure of sanity or sobriety, so I'm not going back. Not for a while anyhow.