Heartache pours out and doesn’t ease or lessen the wound,
Swearing to heaven for peace or just an end has no effect.
And in the dark hours the heart craves just one sound,
It’s beloved to whom it is chained and bound,
One moment to relieve the pain is desired,
But never enough end to the rain and far from perfect.
Nice job, Lucinda. Nice take on the subject
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Thank you.. =)
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