She Says She’s No Good With Words
But I’m Worst With My Heart.
She Claims I’m Not The One To Make
Her Smile,
Or That My Emotions Show More Than
What I Have Within.
I Say My Insides Scream,
For The Passion That We Use To Share,
But She Claims That We’re Not Together
Anymore,
That The Love Was Never There.
I Sulk And Try To Find What’s Right,
But I Can; T Help But Keep Her On My Mind.
Sweet Love I Kept So Close And Dear,
Now I Hindered Your Intelligence From Ever Being Mine.
Sweet Starlight,
My Love For The Moon,
The Twinkle In Your Eyes,
The Shinning Of Your Pride.
This Love From Above,
Darling The Worst Is Yet To Come,
Sweet Chariot Of Wisdom,
The Goddess Of My Heart,
The Temple To My Soul,
Dove, I Love You,
There’s No Doubt In The World
That My Love For You Can’t Be
True.

The Voices Of The Hatred Confuse Me.
To Think That Simple Reactions That
Didn’t Even Happen Could Turn Bigger
And Bigger, Who Knew?
Who Knew The Love Of The Same Sex While
Still Loving The Other Could Be So Much To Deal With.
The Humility I Felt When We Were First Seen,
A Surprising Time At The Way People Would
React,
But Disappointed At The Quick Words
Whipped My Way About Us But I Held On
And Tried To Shine On,
But The Remarks Are Here,
And They Are Just Breaking Me Down.
These Voices Rewind And Fast Forward
In My Head,
Wanting To Just Stop It Now
And Close Out The Noises.
Why Do This To Me Now,
Just A Bullet To The Brain
Would Be Better That To Hear Those
Devilish Things In The Ears That Burn
The Essence Of Me,
Oh How Tragic Love Could Be,
When Other People Boot Us Out In The Cold.
Voices Dim Down Please,
Save My Soul,
Bless My Heart,
Let It Glow Like Gold,
Keep My Heart Together,
Not Tortured Less Of Your World,
Leave The Voices To Cower In The Darkness
As They Lay,
But Once The Voices Come Back Out,
We Can’t See Another Day.

Cold.
So Cold And Empty,
So Empty And Lost,
So Alone And Confused,
So Tortured And Used,
Ripped To Shreads And Thrown
Away,
Cold Inside And Out,
Tears Frozen On My Face,
Ice Crystals Surround Me Whole,
Left Alone In The Cold,
My Mind Turning Slowly To Ice,
Body Frozen In Time,
Wishing He Was Mine,
Every Move Left In Pain,
Every Stab,
Every Blame,
Every Day Without A Name,
Left As Nothing In The Cold,
Frozen In Death’s Grip
Holds Me And Molds.