Cold

With a warm heart,
But an unwelcome soul,
She searched the faces,
For a place to call home..

All she could see,
Was the bitter reality,
Of the turning gazes,
And heartless faces..

The lights put out,
Of their demeanor,
All those did nothing but shout,
And the shrill voices pierced her..

They dimmed her lights,
With deafening blows,
And now they wonder,
Why she had turned cold?

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