How does one even love?
When one's heart lost its warmth
No amount of bandage to mend my shattered soul
How does one feel?
When the shimmering sun has forever left my days
And the lonely nights cast a shadow
How does one even have happiness?
When joy slowly drifts away
As you look at my eyes and see no life within
How does one even live?
Even in the brightest days,
My life is dark
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
How does one even love?
When one's heart lost its warmth
No amount of bandage to mend my shattered soul
How does one feel?
When the shimmering sun has forever left my days
And the lonely nights cast a shadow
How does one even have happiness?
When joy slowly drifts away
As you look at my eyes and see no life within
How does one even live?
Even in the brightest days,
My life is dark
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