It's cold here
On this empty bedNo hands to hold
No lips to kissIt's lonely here
In this barren roomNo music playing
No people screamingIt's scary in here
This dark dark roomNo light to see
Only demon soundsIt's cold here
Where you used to layYou would hold my hand
And kiss my lipsBut now you're gone
And you took the warmth with youIt's lonely here
In this room you used to play inYou would blast your music
And invite loud people overBut then you had to go
And you took the life with youIt's scary here
Because you aren't here to comfort meYou would always find a candle
Or a mirrorBut then someone took you away
And now my light is goneIt's too sad in here
White makes me dizzyThe constant beep gave me a headache
But it hurt like hell when it stoppedI used to tell
Because the bed was never madeNow they have straightened out the sheets
And there is no remnant of youIt's too hard
To go and see youOnly stone awaits
And stones can't talkI once said you never shut up
And that I wanted you to listenNow all you do is listen
And I'd give anything to hear you talkI used to love flowers
Their different shapesAnd pretty colors and originality
I loved than allNow they make me sick
Their sweet scent only reminds meOf the white walled room
And the too straight sheetsIt's cold in here
And sad
And scaryI wish you'd come back
It's too hard without you
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Whispers Of Our Soul
PoetryWords 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...