In lieu of trust
Feed me with a kiss
Alibi of old sins
As tears glisten on my cheeks.
What is left when there is no love?
A rope and a rock.
A blade or a gun.
It is a comfort to the wretched to have companions in misery.
What is left when there is no love?
What is left for the moon without the sun?
©UN😇👻
#sad
#heartbroken
#depressed
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