“๐Ÿ’””

Drizzling rain

broken and damaged

roads from asphalt

.

No sign of love

in this grey sky

Instead a dusty

swarm

And no gift of blessing

.

 Busted lips

wounded

whining in pain

just like this poor world is doing; again

And it’s living from a heart that can’t be 

fulfilled

It’s living from a heart

spilling with poor and lonely blood

.

When this world is living with a heart like that; It can’t be good!

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