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Elle Sang Nov 2015
The cold northern skies are empty
As empty as my chest
I know you’re there
Yet when I bleed you won’t hold me
If I run you won’t  stop me
Am I that selfish?
Or is it just you not caring about me?
Maybe it is both
How am I to know when you lock me out?
Elle Sang Nov 2015
I was wondering,
What if things were different?
This soul of mine is not mine
And this mind I have is not for share
Would you still recognize me then?

If I am just a pretty face to you,
I see no point to offer you my bare soul
And my raw mind.
I shall not tell you how to think
Nor to act

However if you see I am more than a face,
You have my soul
My mind
And my blood
Singing and rising within your command

— The End —