when i get sad,
i think back to when you
loved me.
how the weather
was warm,
and you cared for me
more than ever.
but now the weather
is cold
and i’m no longer
loved by you,
but by people who
never really cared about
my well-being.
i act like i love them too,
but i’m still desperate
for the warm weather
to return,
and maybe you
with it.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
when i get sad,
i think back to when you
loved me.
how the weather
was warm,
and you cared for me
more than ever.
but now the weather
is cold
and i’m no longer
loved by you,
but by people who
never really cared about
my well-being.
i act like i love them too,
but i’m still desperate
for the warm weather
to return,
and maybe you
with it.
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