I held deep hatred

For the music of words

Never did I appreciate

Nor did I reciprocate

Someone’s feelings

I was always freezing

Cold and seizing

To take in the pain

To pull in the strain

What the writer felt

How emotions would melt

In the few of instruments

Made no logical sense

A paper to hold

All that made one’s heart bold

A pen to note

Trembling as it quote

For whose heart bled

With pain heavier than lead

Bitterly-sweet

Tingling tears on my cheek

Pieces of my heart separate

In gratitude and in peace

In the sad path of fate

I walk forward and wait

For what is to come

For who I am to become