When did I become so distant?
When did I become so...cold?
It snuck up on me, I must have missed it.
Like bread not sensing the onslaught of mold.
It was probably a product of past disappointment,
Or the feeling of warmth, un-returned.
Winter has marked, on my heart a small statment,
Why attempt to be caring, when you might get burned.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
When did I become so distant?
When did I become so...cold?
It snuck up on me, I must have missed it.
Like bread not sensing the onslaught of mold.
It was probably a product of past disappointment,
Or the feeling of warmth, un-returned.
Winter has marked, on my heart a small statment,
Why attempt to be caring, when you might get burned.
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