I'm melting in your eyes
But they are cold as ice.
This is probably the price.
This is the price for my lies.It is unlikely that you will forgive me.
Most likely, you want to be free.
And I will not insist.
There is no more "we"...
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A Piece of poetry
PoetryThe collection of all the endless feelings and senses in this world.
Melting
I'm melting in your eyes
But they are cold as ice.
This is probably the price.
This is the price for my lies.It is unlikely that you will forgive me.
Most likely, you want to be free.
And I will not insist.
There is no more "we"...