Cry

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The world is so cold.

It's bitter hands hold you close,

Taking you far away from me.

It's icy arms welcome you in,

Sheltering you from my warmth.

It has taken you in,

Leaving me empty handed,

With only memories in place of where you should be.

I have not felt such a sadness before you.

I thought my pain could not worsen,

Until you were stolen from me.

I was not ready to give you up,

I never would have been and that's why they took you.

They have a not-so funny way of taking the good ones,

The ones that need to be here with us.

They take,

Selfishly,

Until they are all gone.