Life is a puzzle
Life is like a puzzle
with all the wrong pieces.
your hands are so warm
but your heart...
look..
it freezes.
eyes shining bright
reflecting the light
but deep down inside
they're burning with fright.
for the days ahead
and the nights alone
you sit there confused
with your ear to the phone
the silence is loud...
deafening, ringing.
snap back and realize
you're sitting there screaming
Threatening your sanity
obsessed with your vanity.
your face is a fucking disgrace to humanity.
shattering shards of glass hit the floor
filling your hands that are no longer warm
the cold from your soul
has rushed through your veins
and into your hands.
it's all that remains.
the feeling is gone
you're solid as stone.
one thing hasn't changed
you're still all alone.
by
Danielleybelleyposted on 12/22/2007
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