In love with no heart to love with.
Feeling guilty like a child who said a bad word.
A flesh with no warmth inside.
Hoping you sense something is wrong every time a tear hits the floor.
Soul-mates there’s more than one soul mate.
I tend to believe even when I’m in disbelief.
Candy won’t give my blood a sugar rush.
Poking fingers reading numbers in the triple digits.
Amazed that I haven’t went into a coma.
I would rather be there sometimes in a coma.
What is love when you can’t love the one you’re with, because deep down you know it’s a misfit?
What is love when all your dreams and goals die with it?
Where is your soul mate since you don’t have one it’s safe to say this was never fate. – HonestlyFrank