But it's so cold there,
So cold in the hearts of men,
Nobody is worth his love,
Nobody but him.
Or so he thought
He thought love was a miracle,
But it'll end with a cry,
He'll end up lonely,
The other man well stood,
Maybe that's why men turn cold,
Turn their backs and act so old,
Pretend you are fine,
Live a huge lie.
Who knew that something that felt so good,
Could make him want to die?
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Sad Poems | A Collection of Poems Written by I
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