Winter Air

The cool winter air

Swiveling around ones hair

While he exhales the smoke

She inhales the bullshit

 

He wants her to stay

But just to play his dirty games

She wants to leave

But she’s in this relationship too deep

 

Yet he does not know there is

A secret within her sparkling eyes

He cannot see that the joy is gone

And is overcame with a monster

 

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