Cold Love

My heart is such a dark cold place,
Its fire burns no more.
A bleak, lonely, barren place,
Not what it was before.
For love, that traitor, took its leave
Silently one night,
Before its intent I perceived
It suddenly took flight.
It snowed her broken promises,
Chilling were her lies.
I shuddered as her heartlessness,
Sent shivers down my spine.
Hope and faith both braved the winter,
As best as they could.
But as the coldness settled over,
They too left me for good.
A living death is what it is,
Life without a soul.
I laugh, I breathe I take, I give
But Oh, my heart is cold.

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