The snowflakes fall, mourning our exstinguished flame.
Both of our hearts broken; never again the same.
But the big question is
Who is to blame?
Was it you or me?
Was it the way you never saw?
Was it the way you ignored every flaw?
Was the way you worshipped perfection?
Or was it me?
Was it the way I trusted you?
Was it the way I loved?
Or was it that you never belonged to me...
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PuisiSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
