What kind of love is this?

What kind of love is this?

the wind gliding in the frosty trees

the polluted fog headlights that beam

When we go through them roads

Get lost in unfamiliar streets

what kind of love is this?

A kind that could climb and grow?

Or a love that leaves when snow does go

The crystal puddles from ice that melts

Am i just another soulless body on a conveyer belt?

Now you leave me with your actions

Tease me with you dissatisfaction

It’s a cycle of pity, hate and bliss,

What kind of love is this?

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