There’s no warmth no fiery passion and heated stares. It’s cold, cold like a stormy winters night!

My heart has no love anymore I don’t see hope, don’t feel this comfort of a home. Except I see ice sickles with sharp tips that’ll pierce your heart with a single flick.

There’s no such thing as lovey dovey nights and pillow talk it’s simply handle business then you can walk.

There’s no thin line because heat and ice can’t co-exist , there’s no warmth just a cold hearted bitch. But please remember who made me this way. It’s you I have to thank!

-Marie (Sept12, 2015)

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