my heart is as cold as the wind through the window
my thoughts are a dark as this moonless night
i wish it would rain so i could hear something
to drown out the quiet that roars through my life
the paper i write on is dappled by teardrops
it gets hard to read when the ink hits the wet
blinded by fortunes i thought that i wanted
i missed out on what i needed to get
this place where i sit seems cursed and forsaken
and nobody else dares to come inside
so no one can hear the sound my hearts making
between every beat is a silent cry
(copyright 2003 d. b. michel)
1 comment:
ever tried medication?
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