The touch to feel, the touch to express
The touch to write, the touch to de – stress
What have I made of myself?
Is life usually so complicated or it’s me only creating a mess
For I used to live and love with a heart
Now all I am is a tasteless tart
How did I lose myself?
Where did it go?
Why am i always in a state so low?
People come with numerous promises
Promise of love till the ultimate nemesis
But why don’t they hold,
Why do they leave?
Why are the promises always so weak?
For I am a complicated soul, the deeper I go the lesser I know
But somewhere I had the touch,
The touch to feel, the touch to express
Now lost within the bounds of my heart
The soul left is a tasteless tart!
