The girl's hand shook from the cold
She smiled at the boy;
"He had a pull, a type of hold"

The boy grimaced on the inside
She didn't know he loved her
"-Never found what he had to hide."

The girl's breath turned icy white
Frosty and bitter in the snow,
"I needed to leave, not be polite."

The boy wanted to love her
But he knew the consequences.
"He shut all doors - left no other."

She tore him away at last,
But he came back to leave a mark-
"And I forgot I made him my past..."

The boy turned, holding her tight.
But she slipped right through him.
"It all washed away overnight,"

She walked past and it looked grim.
Eyes filled with tears, to the brim.
"It's my fault... I left and he came back to leave a mark.

When he walked out;

he made me forget that I had forgotten him."

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