It's cold here
On this empty bed
No hands to hold
No lips to kiss
It's lonely here
In this barren room
No music playing
No people screaming
It's scary in here
This dark dark room
No light to see
Only demon sounds
It's cold here
Where you used to lay
You would hold my hand
And kiss my lips
But now you're gone
And you took the warmth with you
It's lonely here
In this room you used to play in
You would blast your music
And invite loud people over
But then you had to go
And you took the life with you
It's scary here
Because you aren't here to comfort me
You would always find a candle
Or a mirror
But then someone took you away
And now my light is gone
It's too sad in here
White makes me dizzy
The constant beep gave me a headache
But it hurt like hell when it stopped
I used to tell
Because the bed was never made
Now they have straightened out the sheets
And there is no remnant of you
It's too hard
To go and see you
Only stone awaits
And stones can't talk
I once said you never shut up
And that I wanted you to listen
Now all you do is listen
And I'd give anything to hear you talk
I used to love flowers
Their different shapes
And pretty colors and originality
I loved than all
Now they make me sick
Their sweet scent only reminds me
Of the white walled room
And the too straight sheets
It's cold in here
And sad
And scary
I wish you'd come back
It's too hard without you
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoésieWords are the lifeline that connect my heart to the world. This is a collection of my 2am confessions and my 12pm ideas. Told from the viewpoint of my struggling mind, my broken heart, my wild soul, and my screaming mouth. "Distruggi quello che ti d...
