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My reflection Wept Helplessly gazing At the frigid puddle Silently praying That warmth returns To the specter's eyes To turn my dull reflection Into a shine
I closed your Painted door And dodged the Black cracks on The pavement My warm words Froze and While I sat in the blackness Of the empty Asphalt lot I knew the day would Soon arrive But could only Hope While I try And hold It all Together
My shadow Chuckled The cursed silhouette Wooed and waltzed With loneliness To the tune of my Half-beating heart In spring the sun Will kill The shadow And loneliness Bereft Will depart Then, in the sun, My shadow Will wail