Feel the the warmth of my hand for the last time
What i can't say to you i put into this rhyme
You will never know where i have placed you
You can't understand for me what a smile from a friend can do
Lust kept me silent for such a long time
What i can't say to you i put into this rhyme
Your honesty touched me though i ommited mine
When we finnally spoke i tooked as a sign
You are the third, i thought i could repent fo my crimes
What i can't say to you i put into this rhyme
100 a fantasy, 85 a chance, 75 the truth
But soon you will be gone and my wounds again i will have to soothe
Warning not for the weak spirited or faint of heart. I write what is on my heart and in my soul!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Cold Fear
My mind has been severed from my soul and heart
All my instinct must depart
All the feeling bottled within
Bringing the cycle to an abrubt end
My heart is colder so much more than before
For the first time i feel discomfort
The chill has gotten to my soul
So deep that silence has taken hold
I go to speak but i am left mute
For if it is spoken all my work i will refute
For all my cruelty for which i take pride
For the first time in my life in this situation
i just want to hide
All my instinct must depart
All the feeling bottled within
Bringing the cycle to an abrubt end
My heart is colder so much more than before
For the first time i feel discomfort
The chill has gotten to my soul
So deep that silence has taken hold
I go to speak but i am left mute
For if it is spoken all my work i will refute
For all my cruelty for which i take pride
For the first time in my life in this situation
i just want to hide
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