as the february walks away,
the winter will be gone soon,
but the coldness,
has just begun to knock on the door.
as you decided to choose ordinary,
there's a reflection of unhappiness in your eyes.
that keeps creeping in your brain till 4 am,
and emptying your pocket, everytime.
as you were chasing me,
i was running away.
when i am done running.
you have stopped chasing.
as i wait here, grieving.
you have moved into acceptance.
leaving me with the fake winter,
starting all over again at the end of february.
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