Yes, I'm alive, still breathing.
So what if I dont smile anymore?
Blood is still running through these veins.
So what if I'm made of stone in the core?
Maybe its because I dont want to.
Maybe I'm plainly tired.
Maybe I'm tired of taking the blame.
Maybe its cos nothing went as I had desired.
So what?
I'm still alive.
This heart beating mildly.
My senses still recovering from your lies.
My body is still bein pricked by the needles
Of your sharp words and cries.
So what if I'm not responding to your calls?
So what if my appearance seems unknown?
So what if I no longer have feelings for you?
So what if I'm made of stone?
Does it matter to you?
At all..?
3 comments:
Sorry about that deleted comment...
But hey this is so great, I was listening to 30stm's Edge of the Earth while reading this again and they matched somehow :P Sounds ridiculous, I know... But it was great :D Amazing job B, once again :)
Very very nice. Especially the last line made all of the poem. I like it all a lot, it's got that special touch to it... love becca.
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