There was a coldness creeping into my life,
I was too late to realize it was the iciness of your hands
clenching my poor pumping heart.
The loneliness of your love aches as a throbbing wound.
You betrayed me. We laughed and smiled,
sunshine and cuddles lit up my world.
But you turned your back to me, all anyone would
tell me, "Life hurts, suck it up." No love. No warmth.
Life is a lonely road with heartless by-passers.
This. Is. My. Life.
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