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February is the New December

Shall I forsake thee on Valentine's Day?
If you still reminded me of the flowers of May. 
Or would I beg for thee to stay?
Even though your heart will choose go away.

You speak with empty words,
Your serenades of forgotten chords,
Where is the love I used to adore?
It seems like I can't find it anymore.

For your heart is colder than Winter,
Mine is burning like a confused fireplace,
I guess February is the new December,
All of me shivers,  my heart aches.