My eyes have lost the spark, I want you to know
My body is colder, my lips are like ice
My hands tremble, my legs refuse to walk
My life has become a life of a dead, when you aren’t around
I cannot think of any food, everything is tasteless
I don’t drink at all, water looks like venom
My heart beats on and off, it has lost the purpose of living
My life has become a life of a dead, when you aren’t around
I prefer to sleep, my eyes are wide open
I look up and count the stars, I always count the seconds
I sigh looking at the moon far far away; I wish you are here with me
My life has become a life of a dead, when you are not near…
(http://weheartit.com/entry/58692182/via/helenalino)
~ Dakshi ~
2013– 17/04
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