Actually Love
I sit broken hearted,
My mind hasn't started
I'm lost in the darkness
Broken hearted is,
The loss of feeling in your bones
Your home doesn't feel like home,
You're falling apart
As is your heart.
The bed doesn't feel so warm
You are apart of the torn,
The sad, the angry, the mad
Loss of what you had,
Quiet as mice
With eyes as cold as ice.
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