Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Cold

I let people go
When I don't have a choice
And I hide my opinions
When I don't have a voice
I can't remember
Who I want to be;
Who do you love
When you say you love me?
It's cold outside,
And cold in my head;
It's cold in my bedroom,
Cold in my bed.
You spark the fire,
But you're too far,
And I can't get
To where you are.
I will be there;
Please wait for me.
You're the last drop
Of life in me.
Don't change your mind;
Don't let your love go.
If you are gone,
I'm out of hope.

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