By Holly Heron

I’m cold.
You drew me out of my shell,
You kept me warm in winter,
Then you saw another,
Brighter, Kinder, Warmer,
You walked away,
And left me in winters wasteland,
You walked away,
Left me to freeze,
You drew me out of my shell,
Left me here to die,
To starve without your love,
To freeze without your presence,
You’ve left me now in a barren wasteland,
In winters cold embrace,
You left.

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