if i uttered my soul unto you
would you cherish it as a star come to earth
or place it in your pocket
to save me for when you  'need'  me
for when you  'want'  me
you make it seem as though i am 'special'
but i think you are just a tepid
                                                  shadow
walking in hot water carrying a cold soul
one you had sold for a price
for a
            talent
                             and a spine
for the ability to collect any that you wish
but still you do not want me as i am