Closure

You wonder why the living act like the dead,

Cold and unfeeling, almost like they have a heart that never bled,

There's nothing you can do,

But let them go,

You're not cold, 

Your heart is warm and your thoughts are old,

You're from a different world,

One that experienced love and watched it gorgeously unfurl,

There's magic in vulnerability,

It gives you stability,

So continue beating that warm heart of yours,

The right ones will gravitate towards your lure.