No More Sun

I used to dream about life,

and now I don't.

Because how can you dream,

if you can't fall asleep.

You said no matter what

we'd be together,

Now I'm here alone,

trying to find warmth in this cold weather.

The sad part is,

no matter how warm it gets.

My heart will always stay chill and cold.

For when you left, 

my heart began to fold. 


No More Sun

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