Cold Poem by mohamed elfatih

She called her voice were cold
And its very cold
don’t need no more
She said you lied, at least I tried
We were so tied
But you love no more…….
But you can't proceed
She don’t know what need
Or simply don’t see
How you want it be.
Its always this
way
You have it your way
They have their own way
And both don't cross
There won't be 'us'
You'll walk it alone
You'll meet other clones
But no other love
It was meant from above
Just Stone and hone
The Cant be 'us'