I think I died many years ago before I became a teen.
When the sun kissed the earth goodbye.
Because my lips have been shut dry.
Ever since the trees have been striped of
their beauty well so have I.
The cold wind blows against me and my
Cold soul this may all be the reason why.
Before I was a teen I felt so alive.
I feel in love with a soul so blue.
He had arms like waves that swallowed
Me whole and therefore I became blue too.
He grew flowers all around me but,
The cold wind has murdered them dry
And now this blue soul has left.
Left without a goodbye.
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Lost and Lonely (#Wattys2016)
Historia CortaJust somethings things I write when I'm in the mood or I am lost and lonely and depressed. WARNING: May be triggering. If so I'm so sorry and know how you feel. PM if you need help or something. ~ C
