The Cold
People say they are tired of being lonely,
Days pass them by as out their eyes they
try to see
How and when something could be
People complain about commitment,
Yet when they finally truly feel alone
They seem to change the tone
Perfect coupling is never perfect
Except when chained together
with neither side letting go
But such as the story supposed,
The material world always convinces us
Its not the end. Just wash it away like soap
Until that too looses its luster
And becomes another grave without hope
No heart beating , just the stillness
Like a cut rope
Such are my thoughts..
during the times of my birth season;
The cold
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