It leaves me frayed
That words that get praised
Are about love lost, love gained
Love lost, again.
Thoughts of kisses
That you miss.
That are as soft as clouds
And make hearts grow some pounds.
Or
As if broken hearts
Are the only common part
Of our lives on planet Earth,
Bonding over universal hurt.
Well, ****
Maybe they are.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
It leaves me frayed
That words that get praised
Are about love lost, love gained
Love lost, again.
Thoughts of kisses
That you miss.
That are as soft as clouds
And make hearts grow some pounds.
Or
As if broken hearts
Are the only common part
Of our lives on planet Earth,
Bonding over universal hurt.
Well, ****
Maybe they are.
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