Your love was like a fire, crushing my heart;
Your kiss had torn my fragile soul apart.
The absence of your touch brought such sorrow;
Snow everywhere, choking the grass that grows.
Ingrown toenails and fungus of the foot,
Can't compare to the anguish in my gut.
My tears destroy the wilting wood that warps,
The box that holds your dirty, rotting corpse.
The birds fly North where the Star used to be;
Twelve months since a bud has grown on a tree.
The motion of the train has frozen still;
My heart is so cold, I can't feel this chill.
The light in my life has been blown away,
'Till my love returns, my heart will decay.
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