~Your soul was warm like a hearthstone blaze, your eyes could melt my bones.
With just a touch, a whispered nudge, my heart and sinew groans.
But now your spirit's grown hard as steel, shaped to cut and slice,
Your arms feel dead, around my chest, and your eyes are cold as ice.~
With just a touch, a whispered nudge, my heart and sinew groans.
But now your spirit's grown hard as steel, shaped to cut and slice,
Your arms feel dead, around my chest, and your eyes are cold as ice.~
So this is what came out on the other side of my sketching session today! I had no direction while I was making this, I just kept drawing and somehow ended up here. What do you think? Comment and tell me!
I appreciate any feedback I can get. (And just as a note, I wrote the poem.)
