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.