It’s winter inside of me, that’s why my heart is cold.
And even when I try so hard to our memories hold
I still remember all the lies you told.
Their echoes still try to my soul break though I stand bold.
Of course I don’t know how tomorrow will unfold
But for now my heart remains cold
And I know I need to fold
For, winter cannot easily be sold.
That’s why my heart remains cold…

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Broken Pieces.

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