you are cold to the touch
a shiver crawls over my bones
from my finger tips
and I sense, not the physical coldness
but the laack of heart,
from the lack of blood pumping in your blood
from the lack of soul behind your eye
but I knew that
you are crystal clear
like a glass wall
and I can see right through you
not because you are transparent
but because there is nothing inside of you to block my veiw
you are like a manequinn
stuck in a pose so forced
like your smile
and you can only move to the shift
of hands controlling you
forced arms in a awkward position
your stuck
and empty
but most of all you are.....
