Posted in heartbroken, original

Cold Feet

Cold hands

Cold heart

Maybe we were meant to be apart.

Cold night

Cold soul

Maybe that will ever be all.

Cold space

Cold bed

Not much was really said.

Coldness with a cold stare and a cold feet

Finally admitting defeat.

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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