Out Here In The Cold
All I have is echoes
Words of love once said
Promises uttered in her bed
Now they will never leave my head.
All I have is Geckos
Lizards who call me friend
All with useless advice to lend.
Can't they see I will never mend.
These blizzards will never end
Out here in the cold.
poem by Kevin East
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