Poem 22: Your Love is Like Cold Bath Water— Aug 7

I am writing 365 poems in 365 days. If I am traveling or away from the computer I will post my poems first chance I get back. If you have a request don’t hesitate to ask.

Your love is like waking up when the bath water has turned cold,

So young and you let your cynicism turn your heart old,

Behind those black mazes of mistrust and hate,

Lies another path of a completely different fate,

I dare you to raise your chin and have pride,

The hope you buried and desire will awake inside.