WHEN LOVE DIES

 
Coldness in my heart
Chill in my eyes
Frost in my voice
Because love has flown
 
I don't understand you
I don't want to
Love's fire, now hate's eyes
Gone are all things nice
 
Burnt is the heart
Hurt is the soul
Wandering again am I
With nowhere to go
 
~Helena Fernz~

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