Unforgivable slander and
Irretrievable solace
Crowds what you to be my everyday thoughts.
Don't ring the doorbell,
Please,
My fire doesn't live here anymore.

My soul's cradle is rocked,
Tipped over to find no precious sleeping child,
No happy and unmistakeably joyous creature,
For my fire doesn't live here anymore.

A challenge to my honor has taken place,
A challenge that I will and never could forget,
Has occurred
And now my fire doesn't live here anymore.

Whoever created love must not of had me in mind.
I'm not to have it,
To savor it sweet juices,
For it is an immaculate treasure for others to have,
And to hold,
Until death do them part,
That is why my fire doesn't live here anymore.

I shall forever never be doomed with love,
But by it.
My essence is snuffed out,
Taken over with years of ice.
So,
I'm sorry to say,
Turn back,
You have the wrong house
And I'm closing the door now,
Because my fire doesn't live here anymore.

 
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