Nobody cares?
Well somebody might.
There's a price to pay?
The wounds are worth the fight.Ice cold hands.
Ice cold hands.
Dreams are big,
But still no band.Give her a kiss,
And miss it just for me.
Don't wish them happy days,
Yeah, boy, make them see.They think they got hella hoes,
But no.
That life is not for me.
Play me like a fool, bitch.
I'm better when I heal.Don't cry baby.
Don't cry, no.
Those cuts, they aren't your fault.
Those burns are for the snow.Nights are warm unless you're held so tight.
Feel the fire in your soul and you'll be alright.So go ahead and run.
Don't tell them where you go.
It's a secret where you hide,
Your feelings, your woes.Damn, it got worse.
Didn't get better .
A curse,
Sworn by blood to heal fine.
Hide my heart?
It's not mine.I've been broken,
Gave myself out like candy.
Too many holes to fill.
These drugs come in handy.
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Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PoezieI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.