My heart is cold, It's turned to black,
I won't show you how I feel.
My heart it slowly turned to ice,
As the years went by.
I'll pretend that I don't care,
Even when I do.
I refuse to open my heart to anyone,
I built a wall around it.
I won't let you in,
It's not something that I do.
My heart is cold it's turned to black,
I won't show you how I feel,
No matter what you do.
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Poetry Collection: Volume 2
PoezjaA collection of Poems based on different aspects of life from health to love, to depression to nature
