If I touch a burning candle, I can feel no pain.
In the ice or in the sun, it’s all the same.
Yet I feel my heart is aching;
thou it doesn’t beat, it’s breaking;
and the pain here that I feel,
try and tell me it’s not real.
I know that I am dead;
yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed.
BLOG: Tears to shed
06
Dec