Pushing Daisies – Written by Sheila J.

I don’t have the energy…

if I entertain it,

I’m probably not sober

No need to take me seriously,

the softer side…

is over

Forget love…

it’s dead…love

When you come over,

don’t expect love

6 feet underground…

it’s dead…love

Numbness coats my heart…

warm touches,

won’t reach my soul

Put on your extra layers,

when we chill…

you’ll feel the cold

Forget love…

it’s dead…love

When you see me,

don’t expect love

No resurrection…

it’s dead…love

Go ahead and try your best…

attempt to begin it

I’m always two steps ahead,

masterminding a plan,

to end it

Forget love…

it’s dead…love

When you’re around,

don’t expect love

Shovel in my hand…

it’s dead…love

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