Original draft of Cold shoulder, broken heart.
i come to find myself ,
and i find that without a helping hand the world does not revolve as fast as it should.
in fact sometimes it seems to stop all together and the light that once shined is
cold and misunderstood.
As for that cold abyss,
I find i created it myself and and yearn to take back all the hurting things said even
if it was meant in good conscience and with careful considerations of heart.
Also misunderstood.
i turn you my friend,
and break your heart in half, a thought i would never have enlisted to keep you safely,.
and ur shoulder is cold to the touch tho the smile never fades from your facade
and sorrow lines ur light…
An eclipse on our wourld.
The friend hand cannot turn back the days the hours the wourld Our thoughts our loves ….pains.
Our time draws strained cries and pained silence tho we still talk and manage our bonds
One day things will be right.
One day things will work out
Untill then feel free to warm your shoulder to me, and i shall lend ear to ur plight
Lend fists to your fights and lend voice to your most heated discussions.
And the wourld shall spin right….
Again.
