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2010-12-21 | |
As I watch the shadows flutter across the roomâ€¦
Iâ€™m gripped by a thought.
Maybe a feeling.
But who knowsâ€¦.I havenâ€™t felt in so long.
Consuming as it isâ€¦I allow my self to hope.
Praying for a changeâ€¦.but he doesnâ€™t come.
The fire on my face, trying to get warm.
But the warmth never comes.
Desolate and lonely, forever destined to be.
But donâ€™t tell me, Iâ€™ll catch on in my own time.
Kind of like the tears.
Slowly and calmly as if they have a reason to exist, if only for a brief moment, until wiped away by an even colder hand, they glide.
They glide along this icy cheek after slipping free of these hollow eyes.
Simply to freeze as they reach my purple lips.
If they even make it that far, before they are wiped from existence by a hand that has been trying to get warm for too long, trying to feel for too long, and wanting to be held forâ€¦.
All I ask is that you lie to me and tell me it will all be okayâ€¦.
Tell me it will all be better soonâ€¦..
And tell me that you careâ€¦..
But you wonâ€™t ever be hereâ€¦..
And those things I shall never hear.
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