My bed feels colder without you in it,

i took you for granted and i’m sorry,

my heartaches for you,

i know actions speak louder than words,

but allow my words to penetrate your soul,

allow me to paint pictures with the words sorry in vivid colours painted in the night sky,

babe listen,

i’m sorry for letting you go,

worst mistake i ever made,

i was afraid to swallow my pride, afraid to get choked,

but the pain that came from losing you forced my heart to pull my pride from my mind and tongue straight to my gut,

court is in session,

you Ser pride have been found guilty of breaking Sir Heart,

for letting one of the few reasons the body has to live leave our arms and they misses her,

Sir Chest misses her warmth,

the brothers Rib miss the vibration of synchrony that happened when our heartbeats matched frequencies,

the eyes complain, for they miss perfection in their sight in the morning,

Ser pride,

you’re guilty of treason,

and you do this each winter season,

you cut off the other half that makes us whole,

now we’re stuck cold,

because you had cold feet

your penalty is…………

-Ropa