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Without out you my love I am so lost and so cold 

They say home is where the heart is, well you are my home 

When I'm cold and tired, weak and shivering 

When I'm frosted and beat and my toes are tingling

I fall in your arms, feel your warm body and hold tight 

You melt the ice you make things alright 

Your warm and cozy and I relax in your grasp 

I fall asleep swaddled in your love that will always last 

You warm my body, my heart my soul

I miss you right now, right now I'm not with you and I'm alone and cold 

Hurt is never ecstasy

Pain is never pleasing

But although it aches so bad

There’s beauty in your suffering

Like a rose, when crushed

Delivers its sweet smell to its destroyer

Like a flame, when doused with water

Turns into a cloud and flies away

Like a mountain, who’s being mined

Its rock turns to dust and dances in the wind

Like the night, being conquered

Brings forth a beautiful day

Like a mother for her aborted child

Sacrificing love, but too little too late

Like the death of a person

When they know there’s Paradise’s Gate

There’s nothing funny about it

I know it hurts so bad

But while you want to be happy

There’s still beauty in your suffering

Bitter taste
In my mouth,
A knot in my Stomach
And throat
Sitting in my room
Alone.
I keep my breathing even,
And I don't make a sound,
Yet no matter how hard I try
The tears keep coming down.

The alarm clock blinds me with its loud stare
The hum of its amp powers
Yearning for me to sleep
The minutes tick, chased by the seconds
Only for those two to catch up to the hours
Days, months… all of time I spent with you
When could I have been free?
Why did you keep me
When you never wanted me

So I stare at the loud glare
Of the clock, having 3 am burnt
Into my eye balls
Smoking my brain walls
With all the wasted time of young love