The Cold Front,
It's just like you.
Only The weather,
cannot mislead you.
Don't give me your Cold Front,
Don't Predict this for me.
I'm done with your lies,
you wont recapture thee.
You put up The Warm From,
Don't lure me into you,
when you return to me,
I know you wont be true.
I really hate your Cold Front,
even when its hidden,
I'm confused for just a second.
but I can't handle this task then.
Your so calm and collected.
I'll always try to reason
You loose control, redeem you title.
and cross me as a Treason.
I'm so tired of this act,
and now you'll never taunt.
It's been used one too many times.
You can't fool me with Your Cold Front
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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