I Gave Up

My heart is as cold 
as the winter weather,

It has set its line 

to no longer bother.

I told myself;

To never be nice,

As I will only lose 

once I throw the dice.

To never be kind,

For my feelings 

will be left behind.

To never start, 

Because this frail heart 

will only be torn apart.

To never give,

Regardless his endeavors 

to make me believe.

To never settle,

Since love is no longer gentle.

My heart has been decorated 

with hues of grey,

Demystifies why I 

won’t give way

to those who wish to stay.


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