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When heart is a blackhole.
#WritcoPoemPrompt11
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
So she looked at her, ready to indite,
The tale of this wait in disguise,
What turns out, her heart was a blackhole,
Nothing left that ever came inside.
Pain and wait are so personal my friend,
Let them bloom, hopelessly bright.
© urban song
The days were unending as were the nights,
She waited and waited and waited,
But there seemed no hope in sight…
So she looked at her, ready to indite,
The tale of this wait in disguise,
What turns out, her heart was a blackhole,
Nothing left that ever came inside.
Pain and wait are so personal my friend,
Let them bloom, hopelessly bright.
© urban song
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