Cold
Your words are cold
They slice through me like ice
Your voice is harsh
Filling my head with hatred
Your eyes pierce through my skull
I see your lips moving
But I don't understand you
I don't wanna hear you
I'm trying to run away
But my feet don't move
I feel it
I feel it
I can't control it
Here it comes
The tears pour down
They blur my vision
They slide down my cheeks
It's burning
It's burning
But like your words
It leaves me feeling cold...
Copyright © Megan Brase | Year Posted 2008
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