Without Love
Align! Eyes straight, march,
my mind strains with each part
to pull memories from the dark,
So inscribe it I will
with each passing moment till
I choke, loose breath I hope
before waking up broke,
cause living without love’s
no joke.
Copyright © Rospel Funk | Year Posted 2016
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