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Blizzard

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The cold wind whips at my face,
Each lashing stings me more,
The ice clouds cut with tiny sharp spikes,
And leave my skin red raw.

There isn't anything I could have done,
To stop being kicked out of the door,
Except to realise earlier,
That you loved me no more.

The visibility is lessening,
The skies grow darker still,
It feels to me somehow,
That this reflects your will.

I should have noticed how it changed,
Your tender kiss grew harsh,
I wish your face betrayed your thoughts,
When I thought what was wrong was nought.

Your swift kick up my arse you see,
My bag thrown on the floor,
The deafening howl of the cruel winds,
Now glaringly obvious to me.

I reminisce of the happy times,
The early days of love,
When you were me and I was you,
And together we were one not two.

The cold wind whips at my face,
Each lashing hurts me less,
The ice clouds cut with tiny sharp spikes,
And leave my skin red raw.

I do not feel the cold now,
Like I do not feel your love,
Even in this horrid sky,
Where I should see your dove.

I've fallen to the side now,
I've lost what I held most dear,
The pleasure is taken by pain now,
Yet in the cold, I feel no fear.

My Invisible Empire fell,
And I once saw the stones,
When I rode my horse to find you,
Now I see them no more.

Your Crescent Moon has faded,
You stole my horse away,
Everything I had was gone,
And now I have no will or way.
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