A/N: I wrote this poem in verses, but the fictionpress thingie seemed to have a problem with the spacing. So I put the beginning line to each verse in italics. Just so you don't get confused...

Ice Cold Summer

Every fleeting thought I've wasted on you

Only seems to help my lying heart

To wish this love were true

But my heart has sank

My mind gone blank

And of my feelings I don't know

What to do

A rock sinking in a pond

Has the hope of settling

Beneath the ocean's bonds

Where once hopeless meddling

Yet as for me

My love can't see

Beyond my youth's arms hold upon

Clinging it my tears to me

For my ice cold summer

Or winter, warm and bright

It is a blank life's summer

To refuse to face the night

And tears, when fin'ly fading

Not to black and nor to white

It's adolescence' shading

To have fought without the fight

Every moment my heart melts into your arms

The hoping mind, mine, plays it

My imagination for it alarms

For you're not there, you never were

I'm not there (who is there is her)

And lowered eyes have naught held charms

In me, a sad happiness

A melancholy joy

A lovely, bitter sappiness

Makes faint emotion its toy

But for you, my sunny gloom

My silly sinking heart

-it makes a lovely tomb,

my sour sigh to start

And yet, my ice cold summer

My clinging, fading light

One's joy turns all the glummer

With false love not in sight

Life's living contradiction

A bleeding wound to bite

Love's perils are but fiction

And self-forced to recite

But oh! the life, the liveliness of my mind

The chilling breeze it caught comes and goes

Small of the sufferings of man-kind

And ought it do

My tears untrue

And it's these tears I make so blind

Wordless I saw you

I hear you, I see you

Words in me gnaw at

Words of you (knowing little the key to)

Thoughtless and speechless

Dauntless fearing speechless

Words scream and cry, nearing myself to reach less

And my eyes act my as my portal

Yours, so dark, so lovely, a gates' sequel

I am, I know, but mortal

As are you, both equal

And to myself I lie

I close my eyes, my heart sighs

As it flutters it sighs

As it flutters it dies

As it dies, it grows dim

As the cup reached its brim

Grows dim, it dies

Back to life with lost eyes

A young heart's lost whim

And it's only disguise

As for my ice cold summer

Or winter, warm and bright

It is a blank life's summer

To refuse to face the night

And tears, when fin'ly fading

Not to black and nor to white

It's adolescence' shading

To have fought

Without the fight

…In this battle, to have been eagerly waiting

And to have tried with half my might