Not a shame of pity on that face, not a single tear. You rather laugh it off. Oh how I hate your smile, it makes me sick all over again.
As I lay down to rest in silence, this is where I’ll stay. You had your fun, didn’t you? So why you keep knocking on the door? You the one who placed my heart here, is it still called a heart? I don’t think so. It’s cold in here, this heart is frozen. As much as it longs for warmth, just a little, it rather remains silent, for its better off an ice block.
As it becomes numb, it slowly slips into a coma of frozen denial…..wait wait before you close the cold door….how long shall this frozen hear lie here…..?
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