The words will be whispered, the lies never told <br />A cherished heart with no body to hold <br />A masters grin, and a devils eyes <br />No truth to his touch <br />A mortal, he dies <br />Words unspoken, love untold <br />Now withered away, my heart turns cold<br /><br />Natasha Bolling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-43/
