Hobotang

Feeling is beautiful— So they tell me So long, so cold You forgot me—if you ever knew me And under this burning sun-- Cracked lips, red nose— I grew cold and dull Bright spark fled— Burned out of existence By forgotten beats And happy pretty child Curled up—waiting, because hope is never really gone— To be found And so I grew to be a woman—child Reaching out with tentative fingers Only to be rebuffed because of my too cold hands Can't you see? Feel her there beneath my cold hands and dead eyes Waiting for someone warm enough for the both of us. There, you saw her Beneath cruel words and v