There's a raging war inside my head
I want to speak, I want to speak 
But no words escape my lips

Inside my head I'm screaming 
"Why can't you say what it's in your mind?"
I open my lips and I try
But I never say what is right.

I often hear the soft echo
Of earth's cries
She just wants someone to listen to her
She is aching for the brush of fingertips against her waist
For heartbeats to pound in unison
As a symphony takes place

They fall in love with me the moment we meet
It’s not because I am particularly beautiful
And it’s not because I have an electrifying personality
It’s because, the first time we meet, the only thing I let them see is my soul.

“I’m not a good person, you know.” She began with a distant voice. Her lips rolled into a thin line and she shrugged her shoulders. 

“I trade people my soul for their time. The only thing that I’m after is someone to fill this e͟m͟p͟t͟i͟n͟e͟s͟s͟, and once they dare to dive even further within me, I know that it’s time to cut them loose 

and I fall in love 

all over again

with someone else."