Saturday 20 July 2013

With a little help, hopefully...

Love lost its way

Hopefully it will be able to make it
To the house of charity

The roads of void won't help
'No entry' signs at every corner
'No waiting' on sideways
'No trespassing' on every property

If, at least it were trapped
'twould stand somewhere, still

It's wandering on the streets instead
Like a weirdo

Love's a weirdo

It used to enter everywhere
Not anymore

Hatred is the new love
It enters everywhere



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