Falling Cold
Your playing. your mocking
it echos through the room
Where we once made love, it's
now making dust
Your smiles, your laughs
will nver vanish from my heart
Because your failures, I eased
your treasures, I praised.
Oh, how cold it has gotten,
the bleached snowflakes mocking me in your place.
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