Saturday, October 5, 2013

Cold

That was a very cold thing for you to do/// 
I know now just before the winter's threshold 
There's a tomb for me in the ground 
A place to sleep among missing pages 
The canvas's to paint with words. 
Your voice connects with inner silence 
Like the pain within a prayer 
That was a very cold thing for you to do/// 
And I don't ever remember feeling this way 
About anyone, any soul... 
There are some things we can't control 
Mine is on the way... 
The way I simply end myself...
By writing your name. 
That was very cold, cold... thing for you to do/// 

But I still love you for it.

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