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The water of the lake was calm and smooth,

The sun chiseling in shards of light,

I paddled my kayak through the glass,

And greeted the arms of night.



The moon overhead hung sad and low,

And mirrored the emotion in my heart.

I bowed my head and dripped a tear,

And the loneliness killed me with each row.



I turned my boat and headed to shore,

Just as the crickets stopped their song.

Or maybe they hadn’t been singing all along,

But I hadn’t noticed before.



The winter was frozen, the wind was frigid,

But what was coldest was your kiss.

It wasn’t the fireplace or the sip of hot cocoa,

But that warm embrace I missed.



You ripped my heart right off the veins,

Tore my soul in two,

You gobbled it up and then spit it out,

Wiped your lips, turned, and flew.



Those old love letters are poison,

The kind that makes you queasy,

Not enough to make you die off,

But enough to make life uneasy.



I row my boat, in the middle of the lake,

You can’t catch me here,

But I guess I was wrong to think I was safe,

Because it’s only your words I hear.



“I will love you forever,

Even after the day I die,

You can always turn to me,

You’re the apple of my eye.”



I could have taken those words,

Shredded them into a million pieces or two,

Even though deep down inside,

I wish I could piece them back with glue.



Bring back those memories,

Those soft and cozy kisses,

Put a ring on my finger,

And call me your missus.



Actually, no, I was just kidding,

What was I thinking?

I must have been dreaming!

In reality, it was a nightmare!