I craved it
every time I saw you
I imagined your body pressed to mine
but it was all just an illusion
a piece of art
created by my vivid imagination
then I remembered you did not care
you were just a statue
standing in the mud
and the rain
pale face with an odd smirk
I could not help it
I fell hard for that Cheshire cat's smile
but underneath it
there was sadness
constant despair
melancholy of words
said to the wind
that did not listen
and there was this coldness
in your limbs
no heat or passion
when next to the loved one
no feelings
no emotions
nothing
like a stone
cold to the core