A piece is missing
From my heart
The hole is massive
The draught is cold

It can’t be fixed
It can’t be closed
Nor covered
Or Ignored

Keep breathing
Keep living
Keep coping
Stay strong

One day
It has to be gone

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1 Response to Hole-heart-edly

  1. Verstoerer says:

    Düster, aber schön.

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