Once warm and bright, a person so dear
But now she's cold, and her heart's austere
Her warmth has faded, like a dying ember
And her heart, once tender, is now a cold dissembler
She used to laugh, and her eyes would shine
But now they're dull, as if they've lost their divine
Her words were sweet, once upon a time
But now they're sharp, like a knife of crime
What could have caused this icy change?
What could have made her turn so strange?
Perhaps a wound that never healed
Or a hurt that she could never shield
Now she walks alone, in her frozen state
Her heart, a solid block of hate
But deep inside, a spark remains
A glimmer of hope, that one day she'll be warm again.
Vielen Dank für das Lesen!
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