My heart is cold today.
The sunshine touches it not.
Even the fire outside
Fails to warm it.
It doesn't beat anymore.
Just my limbs move
Doing what others expect of me.
Am I dead?
In my heart I am.
But expectations do not
Let me rest yet.
Waiting for the day
When the expectations will wilt away
And rest for once I may.
Thursday 29 December 2011
The Cold Heart
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