My bones have been talking to me They tell me that we are lost without one another They warn me that not all can be won with strength My bones won't stop talking to me They complain about the weather They argue about the time of day My bones are talking about your bones to me They giggle at the sound of your laughter They compliment the pulse of your heart My Bones have been talking to me
I have a Bone Cyst on the bottom of my left foot :( here's a poem about it.