He was cold.

He was cold.

A Poem by MindOfMine

Having someone who wants you when its convenience.

Because he said he loved me yet he said a lot of things

Things with no meaning and things with no feelings

I held on with lies, held on with the imagination on the moment

He held on with controlling demand

Yet he could not stand by me when it was needed.

He held no devotion

He was immune

And it left me confused

I never pictured to be forgotten, I held on to be remembered. But his personality changed and Suddenly 
He Was December. 

© 2016 MindOfMine

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Added on September 30, 2016
Last Updated on September 30, 2016



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