Cold Hearts

June 13, 2010
Too many roads,
So many choices,
But all I can hear are these damn little voices,
Momma says listen to your heart,
But its harder than it seems when you're falling apart,
The beats are dieing and becoming unclear,
When hearts close off theres things to fear,
People turn cold, rude, and uncaring,
Love turns to hate,
Nice words become swearing,
When you look at your bible, what do you see?
I have lost myself, it now does not resemble me.
The loved little things are beginning to stray,
I wish them to know I wish them to stay..

(..to be continued.)





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