Cold
It is cold, I am tooRather cold, than missing you
Breathe me, again
I have seen the sun
You are gone
The sun is too
There is nothing left of you
He is the only man
I shall never love again
Love has a price
I must pay
But I haven't seen that day
The wall is now between me and world
I am quietly hurt
Never again, can I love like you
I see it in your eyes
And everytime you smile
The smile is full of lies
Your smell, you skin
I thought I would win
I do not live
I die
I can not even cry
My soul is sickened, will the illness of all time
Caused by the fact you all have felt
He is no longer mine
Oh how is it to feel
There is no reason to be
Thank you, for taking everything
Thank you for taking me
God, you hear me
Whenever my dreams clear my head
Still the frist thing I feel is
I wish i was dead
How great it is to know that once
I was lucky enough to feel
It ends one day, and then I'll wonder
Why it took so long
Poetry by Lena
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Written on 2009-09-10 at 18:38
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