wondered by Joana Galhardo Tags ,

Frozen tears of hollow ice
A writhing shell of pointless life
Within this tomb I’ll sit and wait
Amid mixed feelings of love and hate
For your love it costs too much
And money, I fear, I have no such
The highest bidder takes your heart
So, from you, I fall apart
Now I sit, trapped in hell.home
To remain, I short, torn and alone