Attempt At Poetry Wednesdays! The Return? (No.10)

Yes, I know what you're all thinking. All that whining, all that complaining and yet it returns. Well the facts are that one: Statistics proved that Writers Edge was less popular. Two: I haven't had the time for Writers Edge, in case you haven't noticed my blogging's frequency has decreased and three: I wrote two poems so I figured I should share them. Anyway, if this is the return, I promise that I won't complain... about poetry at least. So enjoy these poems, one for the lovers and one for the jilted...

 The Warmth

The smile cast upon your face

The warmth it brings

The way your eyes glisten with glee

The warmth it brings

The touch of your lips upon mine

The warmth it brings

The way you gently hold my hand

The warmth it brings

The way I gaze at your fiery hair swaying in the wind

The warmth it brings

The way you leave your scent on my pillow

The warmth it brings

The feeling I get, knowing you could be forever mine

The warmth it brings

As I gaze across in your direction, grinning as you sing, you will never be able to comprehend the warmth it brings.

The Cold

The way you undermined my every word

The cold I feel

The way you dismissed my opinions without a second thought

The cold I feel

The way you’d fight with me for no reason

The cold I feel

The way you abused me with your words

The cold I feel

The way you kicked me when I was down

The cold I feel

The way you packed my bags and forced me to leave

The cold I feel

The way you struggled and strained as I fucking drowned you in that murky river

The cold I feel is no more