A hot beverage was what she thought me to start my day with
I'm used to drinking cold water
To keep my frozen heart under the ice
To keep the ink from leaking
Through the holes made from my past
Now all the ice has melted
And my heart was exposed
Inks poured out to papers
And the papers were sealed a delivered to her
Until I trusted her to keep my heart to mend the holes
I gave it to her to keep it safe
And the next thing I knew she was gone... along with my heart... leaving traces of dripping ink
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