I’d rather freeze to death,

Than feel the warmth that once I felt,

The heat that I was dealt,

And which took away my breath.

 

I’d rather be bereft,

Than be the person who I was,

Who went along so just because,

She knew there was nothing left.

 

I’d rather be forgot,

Than immerse myself in sorrow,

As if there’d be tomorrow,

To find what I have not.

 

I’d rather be a ghost,

Than admit that I have failed,

That my train had long derailed,

And I lost what I want most.

 

Yes, I’d rather freeze and die,

Than step into the fire,

And face my deep desire,

That makes me want to cry.

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