A man is not a man without a heart
but a shell, wherein loneliness rips apart
every morsel of truth, infecting with lies
bitterness and longing buzzing about like flies
there was a time a few years back where I could not see past the wall
a mental structure I built to crawl away from all
I grew cold, I grew callous, I did not care
at the corpse in the mirror at which I stared
the days were black and the hours mundane
with each setting sun my lust for life waned
I was broken, devoid of strength, seemingly through
then everything changed the second I met you
you know I care not for expressing feelings or emotion
or should I say, expressing is something which I struggle
but our stupid jokes, the little quips and kisses
are something I've so long been missing
you're perfect to me, and that's the truth
and I just wanted to say I love you
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
A man is not a man without a heart
but a shell, wherein loneliness rips apart
every morsel of truth, infecting with lies
bitterness and longing buzzing about like flies
there was a time a few years back where I could not see past the wall
a mental structure I built to crawl away from all
I grew cold, I grew callous, I did not care
at the corpse in the mirror at which I stared
the days were black and the hours mundane
with each setting sun my lust for life waned
I was broken, devoid of strength, seemingly through
then everything changed the second I met you
you know I care not for expressing feelings or emotion
or should I say, expressing is something which I struggle
but our stupid jokes, the little quips and kisses
are something I've so long been missing
you're perfect to me, and that's the truth
and I just wanted to say I love you
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