You think I am cold
and I am never going to show mercy,
but this is just what you are being told,
and not what is Reality.
You think the only thing I wanna hear is my own voice.
But you think wrong,
I don't feel like I had another choice.
Cause in my body lives a deadly song.
You think that I am calm
and my thoughts are never breaking through,
but in my mind hides a huge storm
and if you knew I would loose you too.
You think I am alright
and sometimes I just have a cold heart,
but day for day I am just smiling bright,
while my soul was already teared apart.
YOU ARE READING
Poems - Let your words breathe
Poetry"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart" - William Wordsworth
