Icicles . . .

Posted: January 11, 2011 in Mind Flurries
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I gave you my heart

But now it is ice

You were my hope

And with you I did trust.

I now see you as you are.

My eyes are open.

You were not the truth

You were not the ultimate

Like an icicle melted

It is the end

 Honesty is like an icicle; if once it melts that is the end of it.

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