Truce
She watched with absent eyes from the dark
As the tundra of our smiles performed their dances
The snowy winds long ago snuffed out this spark
We speak our pleasantries like dolls in trances
Our summer years passion now a winking coal Winter's embrace
Gone are the "I love you" days
Gone are angry words turned to Oreos
Now we go our separate ways
Our hearts weren't meant to play in stereo
Let the notes of my misery play through these sighs
I left quickly before I was lost in mournful goodbyes
Alone in darkness, unable to cry
Wishing some kind hand would help me die
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