Why are you cold? You were so warm, so kind, You were better by at least ten fold, But, you don’t seem to mind, I never see the light in your eyes, I don’t see the happiness there once was, And all I hear from you are uncaring good-byes, All without just cause. I will wait for you in the dank corner, For you to return, All the time taking the spot of the mourner, Waiting for you light to burn, I will sit in this spot forever, Or until I’m strong enough to severe,Birth sign: Libra
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