Cold

Location

Frigid,

and hard as stone.

 

Still,

and unbeating.

 

Can this heart

possibly

feel love?

 

I think not...

 

Arrogant,

and aloof.

Am I not on your level?

Am I unworthy of your time?

 

If that's how you feel,

you ice-hearted fiend,

You can count me yours no longer.

 

I'm done.

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