Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 08, 2022

Without Song

 You only feel heartache but once,

for harden the heart becomes, 

as a shield of protection is placed

to prevent what once thought of as 

love. 


Foolish are the years 

that had me holding on, 

for I have wasted a lifetime

in a world lost without song.




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