Oh my goodness i actually cried!

I knew i was going to by the end of the first stanza but by the time it got to
"Whether by cold or by broken heart
I'm ripped apart inside
I know there's no place to hide
When your heart has already died."
I was blubbering like a baby!

youve got some serious tallent there hon!
everytime i read one of your poems it tuggs at a memory or an emotion. you give enough infomation to let the reader know what's going on, but you leave it vague enough that it captures the raw emotions of the reader so thet it pulls at there own expeareances.
Have you ever considered getting your work published?

by the way i didn't always have synithesia.
i was in an accident a few years ago and was in hospital unconcious for a few days and when i came to i found that i had it. it was dead weired and a bit dissorientateing to start with but i did get used to it.
eventually!

Omigod. This poem really struck a cord with me. We are always 'looking' for lost ones I swear. This poem was very intriguing and kept me involved the whole time. Rad Job.