as cold as death my eyes must be, <br />for no one knows just who i am. <br />as cold as death my heart must be, <br />for not one will venture in. <br /> <br />nobody will dry my tears <br />nor heal my broken heart, <br />which aches through out the years. <br /> <br />no one knows the pain- <br />it pounds apon my soul- <br />like drums playing the same beat- <br />which sure is getting old. <br /> <br />i wonder if love exists, <br />that i may someday find again. <br />the day her heart stopped beating <br />is the day the pain entered in.<br /><br />Ashley Palladino<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-117/
