As I sit here and I think...
and I think here as I sit...
I'm troubled by so many thoughts...
that I'd just as soon forget.

Why is it that my brain won't listen...
hour after hour and day after day.
The same thoughts keep rushing at me...
and I keep pushing them away.

You're no longer aloud here...
I demand you to leave my head.
How dare you try to creep inside…
and stir up memories that are dead.

Sad that I should feel this way...
I never imagined that I could.
There's a fine line between love and hate...
that before now, I never understood.

WOW...It amazes me how my breath changes,
like the shifting winds of a raging storm.
One minute I've banned you from every thought,
and the next I want you here to keep me warm.

How do I cope with life without my heart…
it still beats as if everything is ok.
But it's not ok, my heart is broken,
and I don't know how to live this way.

Where do I read the rule book...
'Surviving life without a heart'...
How do I take the first step...
where do I begin, how do I start?

I've become desperate to move on,
but the pain is all consuming and real.
Whoever said heartache doesn't hurt....
hasn't felt all the misery that I feel.

I'm waiting to wake up one morning...
to find this hasn't really happened to me.
Wake up Shelly you're dreaming...
oh what a gift that would be.


Copyright 2004 Shelly Price
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Shelly Price

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