does it mean anything more?
To Tell someone you like them and they walk out the door.
They leave prematurely not even knowing what’s in store.
The future is a funny thing.
Like the seasons, it’s always changing.
Try to change, doesn’t work and then comes the blaming.
Blaming it on time , person or a place.
It’s always done low-key ,never to your face.
Didn’t even know that I was in a race.
Trying not to be left behind.
Heading out to claim what’s mine.
Making the effort , taking the time to find.
The heart I buried so long ago.
It’s still and it is cold.
One day it won’t be and that’s what matters.
Until that day, Gotta make sure it doesn’t shatter.
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