Mister Cold Demeanor

Mister Cold Demeanor

A Poem by Reign
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nonchalant

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Words need not be spoken,
Sob stories are overrated.

Let's get to business,
Time is precious.
Straight to the point,
Always abrasive.

Transactional, traditional
A dead man walking.
Unbothered, unfazed
My money does the talking.

Pulling myself back into my body,
'cause my love might consume you.
Taking my time knowing you,
It's the last thing I'll ever do.

Nonchalant, the gossips true.
Many masks, an actor too.
But I would be lying,
If I never said--

Your lips have always haunted me,
And nothing hurts better than you...

© 2025 Reign


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