PoeticMoment - las rosas están muertas

Every, Friday night you know I
I lay in this king-size bed, but it's full of skeletons
I guess I'm hopeful the dead will burrow inside of me
I’ve been told it’s easiest this way
So yea I could use you know this lifeless body
Momentary satisfaction
And nothing, absolutely nothing to hope for
Because I, I’ve tried
Living without love
Even breathing without living
And feeling without giving
And all of these things have become dead roses on my mantle
Decorations for those departed
Reminders, of how I need to water my loneliness with more than thirst
I am not artificial
I know this heart needs more than warmth to survive
But tonight; the frigid will do

Written by:
Angelena Aguilera

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