Wednesday, March 11, 2020

71 of 366: Beat lost

You lost the will to fall in love
as if the word has it's meaning apart
and every song it out of tune
you just attend to wait for summer june
as if the heart has lost its spark
and suddenly dim all the stars
the refuse to shine at night
and every moment is tired at sight
as if the feelings won't come now
attraction is now yesterday's vow
as you can't feel that rush again
and you just live to stay bit sane
as every beating heart has it's cause
but for you, like that it's lost

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