Are you 'Iceland'?

From December til the January

But you being 'coldest' has to be; February

Doctor said, I'm allergic to a disease

If it gets on me, whole day I'll sneeze

I feel frozen, when you shake my hand

You're super cold! Are you 'Iceland'?

My tears can't melt you, dear Cold Stone!

No tissue paper—now I do feel alone

The measure of your hollowness is unpredictable

You're a fake snow-fall, whom I considered my home

You are a snowman, clone; I can't withstand

You're super cold! Are you 'Iceland'?

A butterfly through the gardens in spring

A girl, with 'Love', as her thing

She was a beauty and wanted a prince

'Being ruthless' was all you could bring?

A little warmth is, what I demand...

You're super cold! Are you 'Iceland?'

.

.

.

Author's note;

Thank you, dear well-wishers

Your words of love and appreciation mean the world to me. Keep supporting. You're wonderful. Most importantly, this poem and any poem related to relationships has nothing to do with me; personally.

You may also like:

Take a moment to read it.