Cold Poem by Carlos Cardona

I’m sitting here alone sitting next to the phone
Think in my head that If i will ever see you again
I got this thing in my head that don’t rest
And last thing I remember is the siren
And I can’t define how I felt and how I fell down on the ground

I sitting here thinking this was a prank
And that you are hiding somewhere
About to pop out but I don’t want to play
Hide and seek anymore I can’t find you
I don’t like being alone were did go
I’m starting to feel cold and the knife is starting to stare

Now I’m passing by the lone home were you use to live
Were we us to kiss and make love and try to make future kids
And now I miss any time with you because just looking at you makes me feel bliss I miss the kiss not of lust but of the trust
I kill to be alone with for a second cause that’s all I would need
I might make my ears bleed and wouldn’t weep cause the sight
Would make my day
I would sell my soul to make you feel like happy
And that the only way that would happen
Is if you in my arms out of the way of harm and arms
That cause pain and misery but in me you have a sanctuary

But no call on the phone
Still stilling here alone
And there is no noise
You haven’t popped out
This is not a prank
Cold to frizzing my skin goes
As the reality sinks in
Hide an seek no more
the knife is starting to stare
should I let lust consume me