What right does one have,
To be so cold?
To show the lacking,
Of love once bold.
Skipping away,
With smiles glowing.
While drenched in tears,
The other shows flowing.
How can a heart
End it's way?
By breaking in half
And changing the play.
Questions and doubts
Of what use to be,
Erupts only pain
Till the numbness breaks free
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