If
my words
were like the winter
the sound
would freeze
before I could
ever mutter
the hurtful things
I said
to you that day
If
my heart
was like the summer
It would
not be frozen
cold and damaged
And I
could warm mine
next to yours
but it is
and I
regret it everyday
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