I shiver from the cold
while my blood boils hot
I feel as if I'm an injured pigeon
looking for food in an empty
Lost in the abyss that I call home
this feeling is what's comfortable
all that I've ever known.
I turn to wood as I call you up
on the phone
I get no where, only a lost signal
which reminds me that I'll forever be alone.
Copyright © Jolly Figs | Year Posted 2013
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