
Made Of Stone
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Category : Poems
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It gets dark,Not because of the night,My thoughts carry me through wars.I drown inside but my face keeps its fake smile,I kneel in front of the pain and let it in...It snows in the spring,The white covers the greens.I feel like my hands are made of stone, cold,I can't move them the way I want,I can't control them...You used to warm my fingersAnd my heart once;With your touch, with your love,With your breath.