Friday, 04 July 2008

  • The coldest heart

    Before you read let me explain that I wrote this probably 4 years ago and still can't quite figure out what I was thinking when I wrote this. Thus, don't ask me because your guess is as good as mine.

     

    God I’ve been sitting in my room for countless hours doing nothing

    Wondering if someone is going to call me

    As time goes on I become more aware of the coldness of my room

    I sit with hands folded in my lap shivering

    Why is my room so cold, why is there no warmth

    I could simply open the door and let the warm air in

    But I will keep the door shut

    I would seem to rather have darkness and the cold

    Rather then the light and the warmth of the outer entering in

    I still sit on my bed wondering why it is so cold, why am I so cold

    Do I even want to embrace the warmth

    I seem to be more comfortable surrounded by the cold

    Why am I so cold, its nothing I’ve done, my coldness is due to my surroundings

    The warmth seems nice, but I don’t think I’ll try to become warm

    The coldness surrounds and until I move that’s where I’ll be

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