04 January 2015

Cold Awakening

I watched the breaking of dawn
heard white noise singing a song

I can't seem to feel hot or cold
yet I shiver out of control

I left and promised I'd be right back
but on the way home I was attacked

I saw my reflection, my skin was blue
I have a cold heart but my love is true

your world went silent when the Policeman said
Sir, we're sorry to say, your lover is dead

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Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

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