I'm finding myself in a daze
There's got to be another way
Then to just leave it all alone.
Trying to figure out
When all there is is doubt
When does this battle end
And yet it's still cold
It's still cold for the broken hearted
And all I feel is old
Without a word to offer to make you wiser
Seeking to find the light
Searching all day and night
The warmth has faded as I wander
No time to look around
Lead blindly without sound
Where did it all go wrong
I have nothing left to hold
All I had was cruelly taken
If there was more that could be told
The way out might have been seen
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
