The cold wind breezes and I’m still
me
I remember something
Hoping that something remembers me
My head is full
But my heart feels shrunken
Romance feels mush
The garden sunken
You are nothing without a heart
The absence of love can tear a man
apart
An image of you
Porcelain skin
Eyes of blue
Unrequited
Yet so pure
I walk on
In demure
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