Reaching into my pocket
I pull out your heart
Crisp and cold
My icy fingers burn.
Handing it back to you
I know it isn't right
Soft and warm
My broken tongue lies still.
Red letters fall from my eyes
I watch them disappear
Frigid and alone
My forgotten love gone.
Dreaming of yesterday
I drift into that world
Crisp and cold
My icy fingers burn.
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