It was a feburary night, so cold, just as I was.
The swoosh of wind was all I could hear,
The coming days of distress was all I could see.
We stood there like silver statues, It was the last time, you knew.
I was leaving for good, for you smiles and your bliss.
A precious emerald, you were for me.
A hard rock, I was for you.
To spread my darkness in your captivating being was all I did.
You gave up, you didn't fight, I wasn't worth fighting for anyway.
I realised my love!
You told me you can't do this, I smiled but my eyes blurred, I left your hand and you walked away.
Damn! it was much harder than I thought, I felt as if I was standing in a desert with nothing but burning sun rays and my only tree to keep me under its shade was gone.
I was ok but internally I burned to ashes."
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