Cold
i dont know how to get started
i have explained this all before
you have eating my soul to its core
everyone knows my lifes such a bore
i dont feel the passion to live anymore
my whole body has become sore
everytime i leave you ask for more
my heart was sown back together but later had become torn
i can hear voices in my head
and the little moventments surrond my bed
sometimes i wonder why im not dead
i cant remember what the spirit said
I have a green sweater
i got for the weather
but when i realized it was my soul that
made me so cold
I fell apart
wishing i couldnt restart my heart
the taste of your life has become tart
from the ending to another start
i think of the human body
how does it stay alive
do we even have souls
if we do were they reused
my glass is half empty
Copyright © Shayla Dendinger | Year Posted 2012
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