The Stone
A heart as hard as stone,
lies within my chest,
I can not even see how it beats,
but still it does.
The flame has flickered and been snuffed out,
no more warmth comes from this cold stone.
No soft hand do I have to hold,
to rekindle the flame that once so brightly shown.
No sweet voice to bring memories of lighter day,
only winter in here within these walls.
No summer's day, no autumns glow,
only winter bite, is deep within me now.
Oh that a flower might bloom within my life,
to take me away to some summer's day.
A heart as hard as stone,
lies within my chest,
I can not even see how it beats,
but still it does.
The flame has flickered and been snuffed out,
no more warmth comes from this cold stone.
No soft hand do I have to hold,
to rekindle the flame that once so brightly shown.
No sweet voice to bring memories of lighter day,
only winter in here within these walls.
No summer's day, no autumns glow,
only winter bite, is deep within me now.
Oh that a flower might bloom within my life,
to take me away to some summer's day.
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luscious:
Well then, just bring some to Hell City tattoo Convention next August! I'll be in your neck of the woods! 
kay:
Where have you gone?