It’s Cold (A poem by Mohamed Ghazi)

It’s cold. Very cold.
Like the night you left.
Like the words you said.
It’s a perfect day to lose your mind
over lost memories and vivid nights.
I knew that I lost you,
way before the day I lost you.
When you lied for the first time,
a cold, brutal lie.
You chose him. And I shouldn’t have hidden my feelings when were under the rain.
It’s not raining today. It’s dry, cold day.
It’s cold. Very cold.
Like the your heart.

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