The tolerance even worst.
The time will pass like the monsoon.
But the mind burns like summer rain.
Hail falls ever so mercilessly.
With thoughts crashing like gentle autumn leaves.
Sweet as honey were your kiss.
Beautiful as it was, those spring garden flowers.
Cold as it was every night.
Your ignorance laced my cold winter heart.
The seasons changed.
But the heartache stays the same.
Why does it have to be this way.
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