Your skin is so rough,
So frozen and cold,
The warmth of my heart,
Seems not enough
To soften the flesh,
For such a delicate cut.
Nothing can affect,
When your heart
Is carved from stone,
Nothing can hurt,
Something so damaged-
Bring me salvation.
These emotions control-
They wrap me up,
To consume me whole.
The foundation weakens,
With every blind eye,
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