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Dead Love
My nights are sleepless,
My days grow long,
My existence hear feels completely all wrong.
He no longer holds me or wishes to cuddle,
So I sit and write and cry another puddle,
He shows no emotion to my thoughts or cries.
Everytime he turns cold another part of me dies.
I wish he could see just how i feel,'
And tell me it's just no big deal.
Does he even care if my feelings are hirt,
Or to him.....................Am I just another peice of dirt.