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Cold Hearts

A hundred days I’ve lived on my own,
Holding in every ounce of this heart.
I kept it in my closet of broken ribs,
still keeping it from falling in parts.
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But this life never goes the way,
I plan it to make the journey alright.
They all come in the way I walk,
Share the warmth but just for a night.
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They give the bait of happiness,
to the greedy soul in search of love.
They have me stop by the road,
And showed where flew all the doves.
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So I turned where they led me,
giving them a piece of my heart.
For now I am living in pieces they own
I wished they share it back their part.
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But they took me for a guest there,
While I was naming them a home of mine.
Their path was cold so were their hearts,
I urged to hold hands but they always denied.
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Cold Hearts hid under their chest though,
I was raised to never deny sharing my parts.
Soon they walked away leaving me alone,
Parts of me left here & Parts with those cold hearts.
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~SHUBHANSHU VIJAY

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